Boom.

The ball soared over the set. Mia's very first successful jump serve had just been performed. She was walking on air, and if she was capable of doing so, she would have promptly done a backflip after it went over the net. After hours and hours and hours spent working on her muscle conditioning, when she wasn't training, and hours and hours of attempting to perfect her technique, her work was paying off. She was starting to get her jump serves in. This would help when she went back to Montana and volleyball season started up again.

Mia took a few steps back, tossed the ball up with her left hand as she jumped up, and connected her right hand with the ball. It went over, and it was in, but just barely. Just barely wouldn't work. She needed to maximize momentum, control the variables to the best of her abilities, and stay steady. It was just like her to over-analyze everything she did. Being a daughter of Athena, she noted everything and anything that she could fix with knowledge.

Her self-criticism was her greatest weakness. She knew that. She had always been quick to point out every flaw in herself, even though she had decent self-esteem. She just knew she could do better, and she always strived to set high-expectations for herself. She learned young that low expectations equal low results.

Mia wiped her sneaker sole with her palm before taking a slow deep breath. "Over the net and inbounds this time, Mia," she muttered, tossing the ball up in the air and jumping up to meet it with her hand.

Even though his step-father died a few months ago he still couldn't really believe it was true. Everything happened so fast. Adam wasn't really a stroller but well he wanted to see how this camp looked like. He had his IPod and listened to his favourite band ACDC beaming trough his head phones.

He still had this strange feeling when it came down to this camp. Well it wasn't really that strange in his opinion since everybody where kids of some kind of Greek God. He had never thought that his own father would be Apollo, God of music, poetry, plague, oracles, sun, medicine, light and knowledge. It was a lot and maybe the music he could understand since he was always busy drumming or making something that he called music with any thing he could get his hands on.

Adam looked around and saw the volleyball courts. Well hello there. Adam smiled. Strange wasn't it. Normally he wouldn't pay attention to how people looked like but this girl just like that Carter girl looked great. It wouldn't hurt any one to walk over and to see what the girl is doing even though it is obvious since she was wearing sport clothing and was standing on a volleyball court. He took of his headphones and stood on the side of the court. "Mind if I watch you play?" he said when the ball almost hit him. He smiled no need to be mad about that right? He could join her if she wanted him to.

"Oh, um, sure," Mia said when a boy appeared and asked if he could watch her. She was slightly confused as to why anybody would want to watch her practice. Let alone a cute boy, who surely had better things to do. "I'm Mia, by the way," she said as she tossed the ball up in the air and jumped up to connect it with her palm again.

"So what brings you down to the courts?" Mia asked, making small talk as she went through the motion of a jump serve minus the ball, still trying to perfect her technique. It had to be perfect. She was missing one of the volleyball seasons in Montana, and she was missing out on valuable practice time. If she was going to make the A team, she needed to come back in better shape than when she left, and a stronger, faster, more agile player.

She flashed him a small smile before her eyes directed their gaze back at the court in front of her. She threw the ball up in the air, jumped up as high as she could, and hit the ball. It went over, and it was in. The practice really was helping. She couldn't wait to get back to Montana and show her coach how she was doing, even if she loved camp.

Yeah, he was the strange one, wanting to just stand there and watch the girl play. Adam wasn't really a sporty guy but still he always participated in gym since he had energy enough. Adam made a small grin to the girl when she said it was okay for him to stay there and watch. "Thanks" He said while giving the girl a nod.
"Hi, I'm Adam" He said while he followed every movement the girl made. If Adam wouldn't have known better the girl had walked out of his own high school volleyball team.

Adam wasn't really a boy who hung around a lot of girls but he always tends to watch them. The movements where so smooth like music notes on a paper. So a lot of times Adam got inspired by them. He wasn't really good with words but music notes came out amazingly. As if they where supposed to be like that.

"Nothing" Adam said casually. Really this girl was good. It wasn't entirely true if the girl wasn't so fascinating to watch Adam would have walked past the Volleyball court but she was and that is why he stopped and started to watch her practice. "Do you practice a lot?" He asked her intriguingly. He didn't want her to lose her focus on the ball since it looked like it was important for this girl but he just sometimes wondered these kind of things.

"Good to meet you, Adam," Mia said politely, nodding in his direction. It was standard protocol to say it was nice to meet someone even if you hated them right off the bat. But she didn't hate Adam. So far she quite liked him. He seemed nice, and genuine, something that was becoming slightly more difficult to find as more people like Allegra started coming to camp.

"Do you play?" Mia inquired. She was genuinely curious as to whether anybody else competitively played volleyball at camp. Even if he wasn't competitive, if he had a little experience under his belt, he could help her. Boys could play volleyball too, after all. Mia still couldn't practice hitting, since she had no one to toss it to her. So she was stuck practicing her serves. Not that she was complaining, she needed to practice her serving, well at least her jump serves.

"When I can. I can't practice as much at camp as I do back home," Mia explained, shrugging her shoulders before she tossed the ball up in to the air again. She tossed the ball up in the air. Her green eyes narrowed into slits as she focused all of her energy into that one serve, determined to get it perfect. Her arm reached up over her head as soon as her feet left the ground and she hit it with all of her might. (Well, not all of it, as she didn't want it out.)

"It's good to meet you too, Mia" Adam replied nicely. Adam didn't really had a lot of time to meet new people since he just arrived here a week ago or something but the girls he had met that where around his age where nice. At least to him. He still looked fascinated at the girl. Even though sports wasn't really his thing, the sounds the girl made, by hitting the ball, jumping of the ground and the ball hitting the ground were strangely amazing.

Adam shook his head. "Nope, I'm not really a sporty boy, try to lift weights and stuff but not really this kind of games. And I wasn't allowed in at the gym class. So that makes it hard to find out if you are good at something" He shrugged. "But maybe you could show me why I should like the game" Adam said without thinking. He took of his headphone, his I-pod and his shirt and wraps his stuff inside his shirt. It had been a good idea too wear his tank-top this morning. He looked at the girl with his blue eyes.

"You could teach me" Doing stuff without thinking was really one of his strong points. He said to her just after she replied his question and made another serve. This camp made him do strange things. It made him feel happy. Made him feel normal for once in his live. Of course he missed his mum and some of his friends, but the most important one was here since he was a satyr and sometimes Adam just wanted to make more friends, if making a total fool out of your self could make him do that, then he had to do that.