Timmy bounced on his toes, gripping his paddle. His eyes were fixed on the small white ball.

It was the day of the school table tennis tournament, and Timmy felt a flutter in his stomach.

He had practiced every day after school. 'I can win,' he whispered to himself.

The gym buzzed with the chatter of classmates. Timmy's best friend Sam gave him a thumbs up.

'First match!' called Coach Martin. Timmy stepped up to the table, ready to play.

Timmy's opponent was tough, but Timmy scored point after point with quick flicks of his wrist.

Cheers erupted as Timmy won the first match. He smiled, feeling a bit more confident.

Match after match, Timmy played with focus and skill. The final round was up next.

Across the table stood Olivia, the reigning champion. She smiled at Timmy. 'Good luck,' she said.

The game was intense, the score close. Timmy remembered his practice and stayed calm.

With a final swing, Timmy scored the winning point. The gym erupted in applause.

Timmy and Olivia shook hands. 'Great game,' Olivia said. 'Thanks,' Timmy beamed, 'Let's play again soon.'