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The hill loomed ahead, the last thing standing between me and a hour of self conscious humiliation. Well that’s what it was bound to be, I’d never done this in my life why would I be anything short of a performing monkey. I suppose a monkey probably be a little more coordinated.

I have played netball all my life, since year three, its taken me seven years to be any good at that. Why would I start this? The name Betty Spaghetti they used to all me, me with my long legs and arms flailing through the air defending the ball. Not any more! Second team, looking to get into team one next year.

I’m good at that, what even made me even think I wanted to try something different. I should have just stuck to what I know. Its going to be like teaching a giraffe to fly. They aren’t designed to do it. So they don’t, who ever heard of a giraffe one day deciding he wanted to fly?

The hills slowly ebbing away under my feet. Why am I still walking forward? I should turn around and go back, why should I put myself through this?

It might not be too bad. I didn’t completely suck at P.E. studies this year. My coordination’s improved; I made the team to play volleyball against hale. I remember that day well. We had been practicing for ten weeks, even lunch times. We were all warming up and practicing our spikes. Obviously the boys, with their muscley legs, could almost fly and send the ball plummeting back down at amazing speeds. But no one could set properly. Well, on one except me, perhaps I can find a part of this I’m good at? Something that suits me. Surly I can get through this. I can’t be completely hopeless, can I?

What, no this is nothing like volleyball! I can’t even bounce a ball more than twice in a row! What am I meant to do, stop and pivot? I will stick out like a sore thumb. I might as well wear a sign “Look at me I can’t do this” as if it’s not obvious enough anyway. As if I can bluff my way through this!

I can almost see the blue roof over the hill, no last chance. Stop go back!

Damn my commitment, well motivation more like it. I know exactly why I’m doing this. What a stupid idea. Motivation, ha! Damn him, why him? What happened to the good old days, in primary school where they were still the enemy! There was no way in the world you would ever fall for one of them. No way, you could either marry a fairy tale prince or do it on your own! Just you and your best friends.
Well that changed pretty quickly. I don’t even know why I picked him, how about someone who’s good at something I’m good at? What a dumb mistake. Its like a fish falling for a bird. My floundering fins aren’t made to fly.

TURN AROUND! Why are my feet still moving? I know they will be better than me. As if I can learn what they have been doing for years, in such a short time. They probably won’t even want me; I’ll just hold them back. People have been playing and training since they could walk, practically grownup with a ball in their hands. It’s not like I can shoot either. I have always been hapless at that, that’s why I’m defence in netball. I feel like I’m diving into the deep end of the swimming pool without knowing how to swim.

Oh no. To lake, I’m here. There’s no way out now, here I come the next M. Jordan.

Best Idea Iv ever had, what should I try next!