Post by MELODY JAQULINE SMITH on Dec 16, 2012 17:44:15 GMT -5
Today was Saturday, which meant, no classes and no distractions. As such, she'd gotten most of her homework done last night, so she could head off to the courts in the morning. She managed to get there at around 7am and claimed a spot and a machine to send balls her way. Melody bounced on her toes, her blonde ponytail swinging along her back and she moved across the court. Today she was working on grass, her hard court game was pretty down pat and she didn't feel like playing on clay today--too dusty. Grass was a good court really, springy, though easier to slip.
Once the machine was set up, she got down to business, volleying mostly while there wasn't a run on the machines. After a few hours she'd have to return it. As it was, Melody became one with her racket, sending the little bright balls back toward the server at top speed. The sound and the rhythm got into her feet as she practically danced over the court. But then she had to give up the ball server and decided to work on her serve.
She glanced at her watch, 11. She was starting to hungry again, but she wasn't quiet ready to eat alone. She grabbed her phone to text Connor: Lunch at 11:30. Meet me at the courts.
