"Ready for volleyball, April?" asks Orelya.

"Yep. I haven't any knee pads or whatevers, though," April replies.

"Eh, who cares about that crap? You're positioned at the back!"

"Yeah. You're right."

"You fell for it, didn't you?"

April ties her shoelaces. "What do you mean?"

"We rotate," Orelya answers.

"Oh, forgot about that," admits April.

"You can't forget that stuff during the game, Libero," Orelya advises.

"Libero?" asks April.

"You're one, I think."

"What's a Libero?"

"Basically, they're just there to defend. But they can't block, or serve. At all."

"Well, that's darn useless. Someone would tell me if I'm a Libero."

"We're not having Liberos for SportsFest," clarifies Jillienne, passing by. "Didn't you know? They said it would, haha, 'make things too complicated'."

"Oh, really?" responds April. "Why complicated?"

"One common things about every  volleyball Libero is that they all have to wear a different coloured torso," Jillienne explains. "You don't wanna wear a Cangrejo shirt just because you're playing defence in volleyball."

"True," Orelya agrees. "C'mon, April! Let's play!

April gets into position in the left-back of the Navio court.

"Team captains, to the scorer's table, please."

Kira (Navio) and Chinny (Crucifijo) arrive at the scorer's table.

"Tails," says Kira.

Ms. Alberts flips a coin. "Tails."

"Navio will be the first to serve," announces Mrs. Greene, the referee.

Orelya moves to the service line after the ball was tossed to her. She dribbles it.

"Oh, she's goin' overhead," April thinks.

Orelya high-fives the ball, sending it flying over the net.

Nicole, who was in the left-front, was the first in the Crucifijo team to touch the ball. Chinny touches it next. Finally, Ykielle spikes, hitting it hard.

Damn, they're good.

The ball bounces off Kira's hands. Orelya follows her, and Kira spikes again. However, Chinny jumped up high, with the net right in front of her, and blocked, causing the ball to drop down to the floor, the Navio players unable to properly touch it again.

"C! R-U-C! I-F-I! J---O! CRU-CI-FI-JO!" the Crucifijo audience cheer.

"Ouch," says Orelya.

"You 'kay?" asks April.

"I'm not hurt. I'm fine," replies Orelya.

The Navio players rotate clockwise.

They rally on.

2-3.

Ykielle's serving forehand.

As the ball slices the air, Jean, a tall girl with curly hair, and Orelya steps back, readies herself to receive. It lands right in front of the net.

"FUCK!" Orelya screeches as the ball bounced.

"Don't cuss, please," requests Jean, moving to the left.

5-8.

April was serving.

Instead of launching the ball over the net, April lets it go straight into the net. Jean manages to touch before it manages to ricochet, and Orelya spikes it over.

That was a close one.

9-11.

Nicole on the other team was serving.

The ball crosses the net, and April was the first to touch. Jillienne went second, and the ball went outside.

"gg," April tells her.

13-18.

Teresa was serving.

When the ball was in the Navio side, Jillienne was the first to touch. Kira then tries to set the ball, letting it touch her palms and fingertips.

Mrs. Greene, the referee, blows her whistle. "That's a catch!" she shouts.

"God dang it Kira," April mumbles.

"Sorry!" she apologizes. Jean pats her on the back.

16-21.

This is a big gap... We're losing by a lot...

April was serving. Instead of launching it forward, it goes to the side, and hits the back of Ann's head. (Ann was in the basketball audience.)

"Ouch!" Ann screamed.

She looks back at April. "Are you really that bad at serving?"

"I was serving forearm. What do you expect?"

"Well, of all people it had to hit poor old me with the black eye, didn't it?"

A/N: I am a ball magnet in real life, too. Pray for me every P.E. class ;-;

18-24.

Ykielle was serving.

Everyone in the Navio team moves to their right, except Harry, a tall, handsome, black-haired boy who steps forward and touches the ball. It wasn't enough to go over the net, so he bumps it again with his arms.

Mrs. Greene whistles for Harry's consecutive touches. Crucifijo got their 25th point.

"Just, why, Harry?" April thinks.