"Pass the ball!"

We arrived. My eyes scanned over the surface. It was smooth gravel worn down by many running feet. White lines are the barriers. If you go over the lines it's like falling into lava, your doomed. The other team would have an advantage. The lines were wearing and needed some serious re-painting. The courts were long and spacious enough to run and bounce everywhere. At least 19 courts stretch over the big concret/gravel area. I had one more look a long one on the court I was playing on. This is where I would play. By Rumaysa Barnes