The Only Game We Played So Well
Volleyball was the only game we played so well,
that's what we did on long, warm summer evenings,
putting all the effort to win and that took a strong will...
but disappointment often showed on our worn-out faces.
The aggressive girls smirked everytime they missed a hit,
I laughed hard to get them mad, but one of them was sly:
her name was Lisa and she found the perfect target...
I remember teasing her when she refused to comply.
What surprised me was her challenging looks full of vengeance,
" I will make you pay for this, idiot! " she kept on yelling,
but I continued laughing and having fun, thinking she was bluffing...
then Lisa threw the ball aiming at me, it hit me right in the face.
Ah, that was no friendly game, it was fierce competation!
And realizng how foolish I was, I ignored the sharp pain
and continued playing with the intention of winning,
I saw Lisa madly staring at me while she was recharging.
The pony-tail girls started to move quicker, the boys followed their belligerent grit,
volleyball was a game that either team wanted to win so badly: cheat
or fair didn't matter, because nobody would have accepted a defeat...
unfortunately, the time was up and we all fell on the grass restoring our friendship.
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