“We were exhausted from our epic volleyball session. As it turned out, my thoughts about a promising career on the national volleyball team had been premature. My star had burned brightly for just a few minutes and then crashed – along with all the balls that I’d spiked straight into the net. Still, I was hooked. I’d definitely be signing up for volleyball when I got back to school. Mia and Izzy agreed that I totally had potential. When we reached our tent, Mia’s and Izzy’s families had already ...started dinner. The boys were sitting at a camp table, their faces covered in tomato sauce and bits of burnt barbequed food. Usually, that sight would have put me off eating altogether, but I was starving. At that moment, a blackened sausage looked gourmet and it tasted even better. After stuffing ourselves, Izzy, Mia and I staggered off to our tent. I collapsed onto my sleeping bag, moaning, ‘I can’t move. My arms, my legs!’ ‘My butt,’ Izzy whined. ‘How does sand do that?’ That’s when I noticed how scratchy my sleeping bag felt.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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