This is a sample from what I’ve been trying to write. Hope you enjoy it and feel free to criticise. I need an audience to find out my mistakes.
The ball went flying past her. She didn’t even see it. Doubtful, she looked at the mark that was touching the white line. „Pff, what a lucky shot.” she thought.
“C’mon, it doesn’t matter. Pick yourself up.” But her return stopped in the net band. “No, no, no. It’s not working. Why isn’t it working? Calm down.”
The serve came powerful, but on her direction and si managed to hit it back. The ball however, returned with an incredible speed and her blocked backhand couldn’t do anything else but send it in the tribunes. “Damm.”
“ Game, miss kennel. Miss Kennel leads 3 games to love.”
“Aww”, the disappointed sights of the spectators were already becoming exclamations. “What’s with her? Why isn’t she focusing? We didn’t come here for this. She looks like an amateur.”
Laura wasn’t sure whether she was imagining or actually hearing the public’s questions.
It didn’t even matter. While she believed them true, they were affecting her; and not in a positive way. She tried to suggest herself to prove them wrong. It usually worked. She had always been good at succeeding when nobody else had hope in her, but now….Something was different. She felt stunned and unable to see the escape of the situation. She was overexcited but she couldn’t use this energy that overwhelmed her but against her and the seconds were flying fast.
While she was standing up, a look from the crowd drew her attention. A blond guy, with blu-green eyes was watching her attentively. He looked as if he were trying to reach her, to understand what was happening in her mind. Time stood still, or at least she felt it that way. Laura decided to play for him, to show him she could. Before, she managed to do the same. She would pick one person from the stands for whom to fight and for whom to win. Today, at this match, he was going to be that person.