Volleyball Monologue

So picture this: Annie, her mom, and I frantically running around the Fort Oglethorpe marshalls scavenging through all of the individual racks of clothes, makeup, purses, etc. looking for something. Something rather important in order for us to make it to volleyball on time or to leave in general, my car keys. As we are foraging, none of the workers really giving a care, my mom freaking out on the phone, “Blake you really need to learn how to keep up with things better. You need to keep looking. I really hope your car does not get stolen!” she scolds at me through the phone. At this point it is 6:40ish and of course volleyball was supposed to start at 7. So here is how the story went. Annie and her mom had just finished getting their haircuts by Annie’s aunt at her house in Fort Oglethorpe. It was about 5:20 and we had an hour and 40 minutes until we had to be at volleyball practice. “Why don’t you all go to Marshalls and look around until it is time to go to practice?” Annie’s mom suggests. I mean we did not have money with us but there was nothing else to do. So we decided to go, however the next problem we faced was that we had absolutely no idea where Marshall’s was or how to get around Fort Oglethorpe. “Bruh, we have no idea how to get there,” Annie jokingly mentions to
We left our names and phone numbers at the front desk just in case they found the keys. We start to drive to practice and take a wrong turn onto a highway going the wrong way and of course we thought it couldn’t get any worse. Then we arrived at practice an hour late. Annie and I decided not to change because there was only an hour and we did not want to waste anymore time. We put on our shoes and get going, then Annie dives for a ball and rips a hole in one of my favorite pairs of leggings. The only thing we really got asked