I like hitting the ball with the racket. I like to see the look of confusion on their face when they underestimate me. I like it when they trip because I'm too pro to handle. ._.
The feather-ball thing goes over their heads whenever I slam it using the racket. This is how I gain respect. By making people fear me. ._____.
XD LMAO. I love all my readers. x3 And I'm so sorry for the delay. I've got the chapter written, but I'm afraid it'll sound cliché, so I'm trying to not rush it and break up the pieces and edit them... ,_,