“Here, wear that!” Lina said, tossing something dark green at Gabriela as she walked out of the bathroom. They had somehow won their two matches for the day, which meant they were supposed to play again tomorrow. If they could win those too, they’ll be playing at the finals on Sunday. Naturally, this mean they were going out to celebrate.
The boys’ team had won theirs almost with laughable ease, partially thanks to Kyle, who had gone into some kind of frenzy. His gameplay was on point until the very last signal of every match, his spikes virtually impossible to stop; his serves literally broke the first team’s spirit after he did five consecutive aces. Whatever had got him down in the morning was giving him just the right fuel to make their team into the top contender for the finals.
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