Camryn's POV

After lunch I have gym with Stella, Ray, Mo, Wen, and Scott. We were supposed to play volleyball today, which is great. Stella, Mo and I were all on a team. Unfortunately, we have Olivia and some other girls that are not on the volleyball team. Last year I convinced mo and Stella to try out for the volleyball team. Olivia is such an oaf, and she is shy, so she was not the person for the volleyball team.

Any way, coach split us up according to gender. The boys got to play a game of basketball, which was totally unfair. I feel it is my duty to take over as team captain. I put Stella as our middle blocker, Mo as libero, myself as the setter, and all the other girls as the outside hitter and the opposite hitters (which might not have been a good idea). Close to the end of the game the boys came over to watch, they were done with their game. We are down by one and the other team has 25, because it is win by two, we have to keep playing, sadly. It's our serve, so I send the ball. The other team returns the ball, and then I have no idea what happens. I see Stella on the ground, and Mo and Olivia are tumbling on the floor. There is blood on the court. I see the ball coming to me so I send the ball to Jamie. Jamie returns the ball to the other team. The other team misses, and I call a time out.

"Come on guys, we can win this. We get extra credit if we win! Pull it together!" Right as the words leaves my mouth, I observe that Mo is rubbing her ankles and Stella's nose is bleeding."Wow, what happened?"

"I slipped on my knee pad," Olivia answers, motioning to her leg.

"Yeah, and then she slammed into me, which caused me to nose dive right to the floor!" Stella says in a nasally voice.

"That's right and then she tumbled into me!" Mo exclaims in an irritated tone.

"I'm sorry, but I don't like gym! I don't play volleyball like everyone else! I'm a klutz, you now this!"

"Well, now Stella is out and Mo can barely play! We are going to be crushed!"

"Hey! We still have hope! Jamie is a good player, and we still have you Camryn! I need this extra credit; I have a 'C' in this class!" Olivia looks around for optimistic faces. She is meet with Camryn's bouncy face.

"Okay, fine. Mo, do you think you can play?"

"Yeah," Mo says simply.

Stella's POV

The girls go back out to the court, because of Olivia's pep-talk. I have to sit on the bench because Camryn claims I can't play with a bloody nose. So, instead I get to sit on the bench, while my nose is gushing red dense stuff. Ray appears next to me on the bench all of a sudden.

"Well, talk about aggressive," he says with a smirk.

"Well guy sports are not the only ones who can play a noncontact sport aggressively," I grin back at him.

"I have never seen a person so dedicated to keeping a ball in the air," he says.

"I'm more dedicated to getting two 'As' on my report card," I reply.

We watch the girls tows around the volleyball for a while. The sweat keeps growing on the players faces. Our team takes a spike, and the other team misses. We are now up by one, and we still need another point to win. Camryn severs the ball. It must be a miracle, because the other team doesn't return the ball. The whole crowd of people, who were rotting for us, starts to rejoice.

Ray's POV

After gym I had two more classes. It is last hour now, and I just want to go home. Sadly, we still have twenty minutes left of AP English. I look over at Scott, who is half way asleep trying to finish his test. Mo, who was sitting right in front of me, was writing something because she was the first person to finish her test. Jamie, who was on the opposite side of Scott, was….. staring at me! I try to fake a smile at her, without being creepy.

"Hey hot stuff," she flirts as she raises her eyebrow.

"Hi Jamie, I have a girlfriend," I say in a creped out tone.

"Really! who?! I'm totally putting this on my blog," she squeals pulling out her school administered iPad.

The bell rings right when I was going to say "No thanks". Thank goodness.

"Sorry, gotta go. I can't be late for soccer practice," I spit out in a rush. I actually do not have soccer today, but I do have football practice. Soccer just kind of slipped out.

I quickly go to my locker and gather my things, and then go to Stella's locker. She was talking to Scott and Charlie. When I walk up to her she was in the middle of a sentence. All I heard was, "He is going to be so surprised! Do you think you can distract him Scott?"

"Distract who?" I question standing behind her now.

They exchange a glare, and then they say, "My dad, it's his birthday," "Mo, it's our anniversary," and "me, I can't stay focused very well," all at the same time.

"Whatever." I'm not letting this go, but I am giving them a break.

I walk Stella to her dad's car, and then Scott and I hit the locker rooms to get dressed. After a pain stacking two hours of misery, I finally get to go home.

Crap. I have Calculus and AP world history homework. I have an Anatomy project piled on top of that. When I pull into the driveway I realize that it is six thirty. It is around the time my older sister, Hannah gets home. She has a passion to annoy me.

When I walk into the house, I instantly notice my younger sister, Claira, on a stool at the island in the kitchen. I walk past her to the refrigerator. My mom is cooking dinner. I look over her shoulder to see corn, mashed potatoes, pork chops, and rolls of bread. I go into the fridge to get an apple anyway.

"This is why I never wanted a son! They just eat and eat and play sports and shaves and eats and play sports," my mom teases with a smirk on her face.

"Hey! I just came from football practice, I'm hungry!" I counter.

"Set the table," she says as Hannah walks in the front door.

"You heard her Hannah, set the table," I say attempting to walk out the room.

"Both of you," my mom clarifies.