Amanda's POV

I hadn't got to explore Paris that much because I was busy playing. I had got used to Coach and I love the way that he coaches. There was another girl that I usually work with so that we can hit together. She wasn't here but it didn't matter too much because I would just hit with Coach.

It was a bit different playing on clay but I had got to Paris a couple of weeks early so that I could practice on the clay. It was different to play on compared to the hard courts that I used to but it was fun.

The first round I think that I was the most nervous because it was the first time that I had ever played in a tournament this big. I was winning games and I made it to the final against a girl from Russia.

Myles was here but I hadn't managed to spend that much time with him. I was sitting in the locker room waiting for us to get called onto the courts. My racquet bag was sitting at my feet and I was thinking about the game that I was about to play.

It seemed like hours before we got told that we could stand in the tunnel because we were about to get called out. I could see that my opponent was just as nervous and that helped me a bit. We got called out one at the time and she was called out first.

We both walked onto the court to warm up together. After time passed so slowly in the locker room and barely seemed like any time before we were told to start playing. She was serving first and I managed to catch the glance of Myles before we started and that helped me calm down a bit.

She won her first service game but it was close. I almost won but she hit a really nice volley to win the game. We swapped ends and I was serving. Every time that I serve I try to think that same things and do that same thing. I threw the ball up and hit my first serve.

She won the first set 6-3 after and I had shocking service game in the middle of the set and I could break her serve. I stood on the baseline thinking about how to play her before I served to start the second set.

I played much better in the second set and I won 6-3 so it went to a deciding third set. She was serving first and we both held serve off our first service games. I broke her serve and when it came to the end of the set I was serving for the match at 5-4.

She won the first point and I won the second and the third. 2 more points. She won the next point and the one after that. I could let her win this game. I wanted to win this title. I won the point to make it deuce. We kept going back and forth. She would win the first point and I would win the second to bring it back to deuce.

I finally got to the net and put away a volley so that I had the advantage instead of her for once. The next point was a long rally with both of us hitting nice, clean baseline shots. She then hit one too low and it hit the top of the tape of the net and it didn't make it over.

I knelt down in the clay and smiled. I stood up and walked over to the net and shook hands with my opponent. We shook hands with the opponent and the umpire. I seemed to be on auto-pilot as I got the trophy and did everything that I had to do.

I met Coach and Myles outside after I had showered and changed into more comfortable clothes. I wrapped Myles in a tight hug before kissing him.

"I knew that you could do it," he teased.

I smiled at him and turned to face Coach.

"Is this something that you want to continue doing?" he asked.

I nodded. I love this so much and I wanted to continue doing it for as long as I can.

"Good, because there are a couple of tournaments coming up and you have been entered if you want to compete," he said.

I nodded again. I haven't spoken to my parents or Lauren much since I finished high school. I was going to do a college degree at some point but I don't know what that is at the moment so I'm just leaving it. I don't think that they like that I'm still playing tennis but I don't really care. I was never their favourite daughter anyway.

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That is the end of New Brighton Boarding School. I hope that you liked it.

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