The volleyball slammed into the net never making it over, and I planted my face to the ground. My team was surrounding me, “Are you okay?” It was my pride that got me off the ground, and biting my cheek that kept me from crying. As soon as they got back into the game, I excused myself to go get ice. That’s when the tears started. The shock of the moment wore off, and I was left with pain. “Let’s get you some ice,” Heather chimed in, guiding me to the kitchen. We were enjoying the last of summer, having a barbecue with some friends, when I made my fabulous move on the volleyball court. Well, basically it was the lawn with a net set up, but you know what I mean. “Fudge, it hurts so badly,” I said, trying to keep the flow of bad words that wanted to come out to a minimum. She grabbed a bag of frozen peas and wrapped them in a kitchen towel. Handing them to me, I placed the moldable ice bag on my nose and face. “I hope I didn’t break it,” I groaned, not wanting a bump to adorn my nose.
