"She just had to screw things up... No time to lose..."

Sandee was only longing for two more points.

Steph serves forehand. Sandee immediately counters, hitting the shuttle in an almost perfectly straight line.

Steph swings her racquet, stretching out her arm in a most unusual direction. She misses.

One. More. Point.

Sandee does her flick serve again. Stephanie was prepared for it, and nearly smashes it to Sandee's area.

Can't let her score again...

Sandee swings her racquet forward. Steph counters, letting the shuttle fly high over Sandee's head.

That's gonna be an out... And I'm gonna win...

"Out!" Coach Ripley shouts. "Congrats, Sandee!"

The score was 22-20. Vick stood up.

"Good game," says Steph. "I hope I win third place."

"Congrats," says Vick. "I'm pretty bored, but you weren't boring."

"Really?" responds Sandee.

"Yeah!" exclaims Vick. "I noticed Campana's on a winning streak against Cangrejo... But hopeless against Crucifijo."

Kim walks to the court they'd just been in, and looks at the scoreboard. "Of course you won," she mutters. "Any idea who my opponent from Cangrejo will be?"

"Dunno," Sandee replies.

"It's gonna be lunch soon," notes Vick. "I better go to the cafeteria soon."

"It doesn't look like they're gonna announce lunch time," Sandee points out.

"Yeah, and volleyball, Navio versus Crucifijo, goes on between 11:40 to 12:40. If we were all required to eat lunch, it'd be unfair for the volleyball players," adds Kim.

"I've literally done nothing today besides going with Ann to the infirmary," states Vick. "Yeah, I'm gonna go eat lunch."

"What happened to her, anyway?" Kim asks.

"Got hit by a football, and her left eye turned black. She's watching basketball right now," Vick answers.

"Speaking of basketball, I heard your captain wanted you to watch with them," claimed Sandee. "Right?"

"I'm a rebel," Vick replies.

"Oh, so you are."

Somos Luchadores, Campana!