Bored. Bored. BOOOOOOORED. Okay, I'm updating, let's be happy! :D

Spinelli's POV
There is one thing scarier than bullies at our high school, and that is:

The volleyball team.

No, I'm not afraid of the volleyball team, are you kidding me? It's even scarier than Ashley Spinelli being afraid of something:

I tried out for the volleyball team.

Yeah. I can't believe I did it either. I mean, one second I was trying to annoy the Ashleys so much they'd just vanish off the face of the earth, the next I'm begging my mom to take me to Big 5 Sporting Goods to get kneepads. And I mean begging. I pretty much got down on my knees, clasped my hands together, and screamed for mercy.

Finally, she caved, and got my kneepads.

And I didn't tell any of my friends about the tryouts, not even Gretchen, even though she would have been supportive, as she played volleyball last year as an eighth grader. Nope. Nobody. I didn't want them to know that Ashley Spinelli likes volleyball, and if they were supportive of volleyball, I wouldn't want them to get their hopes up, only to have me not make the team. I was almost sure that would happen if, for some strange reason, they were all for it.

I mean, I knew Gretch and Vince would be. After all, Gretchen used to play, and Vince likes sports, so...

But there was one flaw in my plan that I had overlooked: when they announced the teams in the bulletin. The Varsity, JV, and Frosh volleyball teams would be announced today in the bulletin. Frosh--what a stupid name to give the freshman team.

Our first period teacher was reading the bulletin, and I was only half listening, if I was even listening at all.

"Remember, P.E. clothes are to be worn to P.E. and dance classes and after school sports only."

Like we didn't know that. We just wore the P.E. shorts to class so we didn't have to waste time changing. Or, in Gretchen's case, so she wouldn't be late to class.

"Remember, Home Ec club meets every Tuesday after school in the Home Economics room."

Boooooring.

"Sports news."

Oh, crap.

"We would like to congratulate the members of the Varsity, Junior Varsity, and Frosh volleyball teams."

I shook wildly in my seat. TJ was right behind me in this class. Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap!

"The Frosh volleyball team consists of Michelle Olson...Kimmy Olson...Becca Webber...Ashley..."

Oh God no.

"...Albuster..."

OH THANK YOU!

"Ashley..."

My heart races, but I remembered all four of the Ashleys tried out, so there's a one in four chance it's me.

"...Spinelli..."

Oh, no, I'm the lucky one.

"YES!!" I cried, jumping out of my seat. All eyes turn to me.

Joy.

TJ looked shocked.

"Spinelli?" he asked. I'm not sure if he asked because of my reaction or because I even tried out for the volleyball team, let alone made the cut. I sat down, red in the cheeks.

"You can have a celebration during passing period, Spinelli," my teacher scolded.

"Sorry," I muttered, flushing red...der. I looked down at my desk. Wow, I overreacted. Majorly. I messed with the paper in front of me. Suddenly, TJ poked me in the back. I look at the floor, and, right next to my boot, a note is on the ground. I picked it up.

What? YOU tired out for the volleyball team?

I sighed, picking up my pencil.

Yes, I TRIED, not TIRED, out for the volleyball team. If you want to make fun of me, go ahead, but you'd better hope we're in front of a hospital.

I slid the note back to him. He picked it up, read it, and covered up a very obvious laugh.

I don't know what he was laughing at. I wasn't kidding.

Okay, crappy chapter. I was going to have the rest of the group gang up on her and be like OMGWTF in this chapter, but I really got bored of writing it, so...yeah. Thank you and remember to review!

--Maddie Marie