https://www.mediafire.com/file/95xxmuae83n09dk/CNAE.m4a/file Around Valentine’s Day for the past six years, I have been called to the office in my middle and high school for a meeting. Usually getting called to the office meant trouble. As I hear my name getting called, everyone turns to look at me. I get nervous, even though I know why I am getting called. I had to miss class, my teachers would get mad I was leaving, and I always had to make up my work. I dreaded going to this meeting every year. I was not ready to start our three hour tennis practices in the freezing weather with a group of girls and guys that I was not close with. For the past six years, my team was a group of people who had one similar interest, tennis. I never talked to any of the players on the team, and often felt like an outsider. Why didn’t I just quit? I started playing with my two best friends in seventh grade and we promised each other we would make it to our senior night. This year, my f...