A/N: So, here it is! The prologue of this new Haikyuu fan fiction!

First of all, I want to apologize because, probably, there are a lot of grammar and spelling mistakes. I'm not English, so you can imagine how hard this has been to me. But I promise I'll keep prologue is very short, but the chapters will be longer. And, of course, our lovely volleydorks are going to appear in this story, but it's going to have a different view from the original one. The main protagonists are the girls of the Karasuno's volleyball team. We don't know much about it, so there's going to be a lot of OCs!

Disclaimer: Haikyuu and its characters are not mine

PROLOGUE

She knew she had all eyes on her, but she didn't care because she was used to it. However, she could feel it, that odd feeling in her chest every time she had to serve. It was their chance. They only had to get one more point and they'll win.

She sighed before tossing the ball, she took two steps and, shouting, she hit it as hard as she could. The ball passed the net, but one of their opponents received it easily, so she clicked her tongue in annoyance. She didn't have to look at her teammate because she knew what she was thinking. It was always the same; she used to get too excited when they were so close to victory.

"Back!", she yelled expecting her teammate to hear it.

And she wasn't wrong.

The rival hit the ball with energy, so the spike could almost reach the bottom line of the field. It was her teammate the one who received the impact. The girl gritted her teeth, watching how the ball flew in the opposite direction. But she wasn't going to give up and wait for the next point. That wasn't her style. She jumped forward and, while her body touched the sand, so did it her hand with the ball.

"Now!"

Her teammate positioned herself in front of the net and she, knowing what was going to happen next, stood up as fast as she could to reach the net quickly. And then, she could see it. The ball right over her head. It was like the world had stopped for a moment. One more time, she yelled with rage, hitting the ball with her right hand. She didn't close her eyes, not even for a second, because she wanted to see it, she wanted to see the match point.

The ball touched the sand, next to the bottom line and, then, the referee blew the final whistle. The two girls yelled full of excitement, their eyes filled with tears. She let herself fall into the sand and soon she felt her teammate's body on top of hers, hugging her and telling her things her mind couldn't process in that moment.

"We have a winner team! They did it again! The most feared beach volleyball youth team in the United States! Noa McCormack and Elisabeth Thompson!"

The crowd clapped their hands after hearing the speaker's voice. As the team captain, she approached to the two other girls who played against them and she greeted them. After that, she just did the same with the referees and, as soon as she could, she met her teammate again.

"We did it, Lizzie!" she told her friend, taking her hands.

"We are the best beach volleyball youth team for third year in a row!" her friend answered her excited. "Do you know what that means, Noa? Talent scouts from the national team have come to watch us play!"

"That's because you're the best", the two girls turned their heads when they heard their coach's voice and they smiled. "You have a lot of work to do, but you could be in the national team very soon. They want you to start practicing with them just to make sure that you could make it to the Olympic Games one day"

"You are kidding, right, Gabriel?"

"I'm afraid I'm not", he laughed, so the two girls look at each other almost fainting. "By the way, Noa, before you receive your medals, your mom has come to see you"

"My mum?"

"I think you should find her as soon as possible"

She ran leaving behind the beach sand and she went into the crowd. She was searching her mum's golden hair when she saw her face, right in front of her. But she didn't have to ask to know that something wasn't right.

That was the first time she cried inconsolably while she was accepting a golden medal. She could feel Lizzie's gaze, almost drilling her. They weren't tears of joy. Her mother never came to watch her play before. Her mother never took her on because she has always been a burden. But, for the first time, she was able to see a mother's look on her eyes and it was just to tell her one of the worst announcements in the world.

She wouldn't have practice with the national team. The United States weren't going to be her home anymore.

I hoped you have liked it and, please, review because I want to know your opinion and I accept all kind of suggestions. Oh! But don't be mean haha

See you next time!