The whistle rang around the court as my sweat rolled around my cheek. I looked around for the volleyball, my hair almost smashed against the net. This was the end game, the last round, one wrong move and it was over. I and the team had already won all the sets we were supposed to. There was just this one. Just this one left. Just this last set so we could say, or brag, that we are

Six friends, all met on the Web, finally come together. They all go on a cool camping trip.