NUTTY & NICE

”The Merry hounds vs The Pure Bruisers ”, the announcers were screaming holding a microphone to everyones ears.

It was the girls team against the girls team from a different school. In the beginning, nobody really believed that there would be any kind of challenge, but then they realized how bad things could happen if the other team won, so they came out and put up a fight.

They were consistent winners for four years and the Captain was none other than the girl with the number 21 written on her jersey.

”The Merry Hounds are winning ”

The girls in the crowd were busy making remarks about how great the team is ”The Merry Hounds ” and everyone had one number on their lips.

”Excuse me, who is winning? ”

The two boys walked between the crowd, making way to a comfortable place to get a better view of the Throwball match.

They wore blue sweatshirts with matching bottoms and with a monogram stitched of Oakline High School on the left side.

”Look no. 21 is going to throw ”

Their eyes wandered to the crowd, the sound of applause and cheers echoing in their ears.

”I am not interested in this match ”, the boy with green eyes said to his friend who was busy admiring other girls.

”Stay here ”

”I heard girls of Bayshore School are very pretty ”

”Huh…what? You dragged me here just because of this reason ”

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It was spring season and the weather was perfect. No one would have predicted theyd be in a volleyball match. A good throwball match.

The sun shined down warm on their necks, the breeze blowing cool enough to feel refreshing against them.

It felt a little bit like heaven in his opinion, the fresh air clearing away all of the stress of being stuck on a small island for too long. Her fingers were covered in sweat and holding the ball close to her waist.

The playground was surrounded was the students of different schools who came here to watch the last battle between two different types of schools.

The baseball, soccer, and football teams. The basketball team, the basketball team, the football team, the hockey team. All teams had their players and their coaches, all captains were present and in charge. The other teams were also there, waiting for the final moment they would get to play.

The school which got the most attention was Bayshore girls school came for the throwball match. The team consists of 12 members with 7 active members and 5 substitutes.

Bayshore School for Girls only consisted of girls who were only known for their impeccable performance in sports.

The stood in front of the opposing team, her eyes locked with the goalkeeper, who seemed to look back at her

The final throwball match was getting tense every moment, and with this one there was a good chance that those who win will become top in the whole city. Not that anyone cared anyway, they just wanted to see the fun.

He looked around again and saw the number 21 on her jersey, and his eyes immediately widened.

She was standing in the corner with her hands clasped behind her back, eyes trained on their opponent.

She looked beautiful. It didn take much to notice, but she did look different than others.

Her deep blue eyes were sharp and calculating, focused on every aspect of her opponents movements as they circled each other.

Her hair was dark and wild, flowing like silk over a pale shoulder and trailing down her arms.

The coach called them over to the center of the court.

”This is our final match ”, the coach said.

”Alright, you guys need to work on your timing. ”

He glanced at his watch.

”We should start soon. ”

Mr. Philip McCoy was the only male coach from the Bayshore school, he looked quite young. He was 25 years old, tall, about 62, and wore a navy blue uniform that looked like it was from some kind of athletic team, with a baseball cap on his head and a white shirt underneath to protect him from the sun.

”I will do my best, Mr. McCoy ”

He puts his hand on her shoulder. His grip is firm, but gentle as if to say you are a capable woman. She smiles at him. He returns the smile with one just as warm.

”I know you can do it, Benny ”

Mr. McCoy looks at the team one more time before leaving and they all stand together in silence for the next few minutes until their coach gets up and starts shouting orders.

The game had started, and teams were running back and forth trying to catch the ball.

It was the girls teams competing among themselves for the trophy of Oakmeet and getting the recognition from the Mayor in front of the media was the best gift ever for the winners.

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The players from Bayshore School for Girls wore red color jerseys and shorts with a number printed in black on both front and back.

The players at Oakline high school were in blue jerseys and shorts. They put white numbers on the front and back.

Everyones eyes were locked on the Number 21 jersey player as she threw the first ball out of her hands. She took a couple of steps back before kicking it up into the air. It came spinning down and landed perfectly in her hands.

”Yahoo! ”

The crowd roared along with him, jumping up from their seats and pumping their fists.

”21… 21 ”

The coach blew his whistle and called them all to attention while he walked over to talk to her.

”Good good ”, the Bayshore school coach patted her shoulder and smiled proudly, ”You can do it ”.

She was on the last set of service and they had already scored twice in a row. This team was so much more talented than the rest of the state. The only thing stopping her from winning this game was the number on the jersey. If it wasn for that number then everyone would have been cheering along with him.

The other boys began to gather together to watch.

”Wow that girl is using so much force ”

The boys who were standing calm watched her with amazement.

Her hair flew every time she swung her arm around or slammed her knee forward. Her arms pumped as she threw balls into their team repeatedly after another.

They didn want to get any close, but she was relentless.

”I wanna see how much further shell go ”.

”24-19 ”, the announcers screamed at the top of their lungs.

There were only 10 minutes left until the game ends. Most players were already tired, as it was the first time they played this game. Everyone had lost track of which team was winning or not, as everyone knew nothing about the players on the court.

The match was almost in the last round, both teams still keeping score, but no one seemed to care anymore. They had lost all interest in anything that wasn the game itself.

”21 is going to do her last service ”

She was sweating profusely as she stood in front of the team waiting for instructions. Her arms shook slightly as her grip on the ball tightened.

The teams cheers grew louder until the coach gave a loud whistle signaling for action.

”Look at her ”

”We are going to lose this time ”, the boy said to his friend.

Their eyes were locked on her movements as she moved. The look in her eyes made everyone else stop moving completely and focus on what she was doing.

”She needs to move like that when you throw the ball! ”

Her eyes were fixed on the girl who motioned for them to continue, she looked over the two boys who were watching her intensely.

All eyes kept watching the field, and soon, the countdown began.

”One…two… ”

Everyone watched intensely as the ball flew through the air. And before anyone could stop them

The ball flew through the air, just above the line, and the player who was supposed to catch got scared.

”Hey catch it ”, one of the boys screamed at player number 12.

”Just don miss. ”

”I can ! Theres too much force in that way! ”, Player number 12 replied.

”Why don you keep your mouths shut! ”

She shouted while her eyes were locked on the incoming ball from the number 21.

”Oh ** you ”, the boy said.

Player 12 just couldn catch it, she ended up dodging the ball and fell to the ground.

The ball just went past number 12 to the boy who was just standing outside the court, and it hits on his chest

”Agh! Shit! Im so dead! ”

He fell to the ground backward along with the ball and went over to the other boy he just caught. It hit another boy right in the face, making him stumble backward.

The two boys who were busy making comments ended up with bruises on their bodies and face.

A small laugh was heard here and there, as some of the people were already feeling relaxed.

The crowd cheered, and the other two were surprised. There weren many who knew who was throwing the throwball. The only person who knew who was throwing the ball was number 21. And they couldn believe that they made it this far.

Suddenly a scream was heard.

The boys and girls from Bayshore started yelling as well, asking the same questions. But no one paid attention to the answer as there were more exciting stories that everyone else was interested in.

A big smile appeared on everyones face after that. The other team was finally caught by themselves, now it was time for the final result.

Bayshore High school had won the match.

The crowd went wild. Even though many were disappointed, they were mostly cheering for their team.

There was no time for rest or to catch their breath.

”The Pure Bruisers have been eliminated! ”

The announcers voice boomed through the whole stadium. Everyone stood up on their feet, cheering loudly. Even the opponents, who were now watching from the sidelines started cheering and clapping.

After a few moments, everyone calmed down.

Both boys were lying on the ground of a field, watching their classmates pass them by.

One of them rubbing his chest and another rubbing his face, trying to alleviate the feeling of a throbbing headache and soreness.

”I swear to God, if I got bruised because of her I will kill her ”, the boy with green eyes said with a frown.

”Come on get up! ” The guy next to him tried to help but the other boy didn even try.

”Im sure he will stand up. He is just being dramatic. ”

The boy who had been hit by the ball in the face stood up slowly rubbing his face with his palms.