“Fweeeeh!” The whislte blew. “Practice is over” yelled Mr. Taylor, my volleyball coach. Everyone was running out of the gym. “Eesha! May I have a word with you?” I heard Mr. Taylor. I went back. “You need more practice.” He said. I nodded and said I would practice more. I knew I sucked. I wish I had never joined volleyball in the first place. I regretted every day of practice. It all started on the first day of eighth grade. I wanted to have a different impression to people. Every girl in my class was joining volleyball and I didn’t want to be left out. So I decided to come to volleyball practice. As practice started everyone was amazing in their serves, sets, and bumps. I was surprised. In the beginning we all practiced individually on our serves. Later Mr. Taylor asked us line up. We all served one by one. Everyone got the ball over the net, except me. We did the same for bumping and setting and everyone did well except for me. After an hour of practice it was time to go home. I was relived. I couldn’t wait to get home after a long time of practice. As I was going I felt it was disaster, and I deeply regretted joining volleyball. I kept asking myself, “What was I thinking?” “I have never even played a sport before.” The next I wasn’t sure if I wanted to continue going to practice or if I should quit. I didn’t want to look like a loser. So I decided to go to practice. Mr. Taylor made me work harder than the other girls. I had to practice serving more than the others. At