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Snuggled tightly right in the bag alone with my other fellow ball friends, I was
waiting to be picked up. Then SLAPPED right in the back.
Bump, Bump, arms reaching, legs stepping, the girls were ready to run.“Oh
right, here I got one,” was the sound of every person’s voice that comes and picks me up
to work on bumping with. Here I go, another million and one games to play.
“Mine!” SLAP! Ouch, not the 1st time I have gone through pain.
“MINE !” Bump, SLAP! Going up and down, up and down in the air, and this
is not even a game yet. Girls, a gift from god, but at the some time I have to be
thinking that I have to go day by day living with this kind of pain!
Oh no up, up, up, up, up. Please don’t drop me, or run into the other balls
in the air. I already did once today and it was bad, But luckily my padding on my side
saved me though a lot of pain. A player, skinny and happy, grabbed me, then served
me over. Good, I thought she is doing good serving, but at the same time not running me
into the net, like others.
The blow of the whistle, says it’s time to serve. Everyone then looked at all the
balls laying on the side, for a quick second, then if they didn’t have one CHARGE! I was
attacked! Thinking, why me? Why do I have to be a volley ball? I want a
new job! The court, just polished, let me slide everywhere not knowing where to go.
Right then the whistle blew saying all balls in the bag. I was happy because my job
was over and I could just relax. But no, I was the one picked to play with, ME!
This side serves, 1st yells the ref on the side. Oh here I go, up, up, up, like a bird
in the sky. All around me I hear the girls trying to yell for the ball that just
happens to be…. Me. Only wishing at every game that we were made with better eye
vision, the horrible odor in the air smelled like rotten eggs or something? Pow on the
floor! The pain, the pain, another one to add to my collection. As the girl healed me
in her hands, hopped in her mind that she would make me over and score for her
Pow, Pow, Pow, SLAM! Yes, that was me again hitting the floor. I thought when
I was made and printed to say I’m a volleyball that the point of me was trying to
keep me staying up in the air, not dropping on the floor all the time. The team of
girls that were using me to play their game, were not the best I have seen. They might
need some more help. Tweet the sound of the whistle blew. Yes, I am done for now. A
new ball to take my place please. That is what I thought would happen and what I wanted
to happen. Woo hold on there what do you people think you’re doing, putting me in
another game what is up with that? I’m done, remember a new person. Nope one more
game! Darn it. I guess I will try to live with it.
Tweet the break is over, time to play. Bump (ouch) Set (ahh my favorite so light
and not hard) now these girls I like. SPIKE, OOOOOUCHHHH!! Good thing we don’t
have a mouth because I would have an earful with that girl! SMACK over hand serves
get me every time. Over, over, up, up, “Hello girls just stand there and let me drop on the
ground will you!”
Tweet, Tweet, yes they are done! I’m in for the day and hopefully a while too.
Good game girls just don’t hit it too hard. I like it soft and soft hits even though it
won’t happen. But in the end you girls played a good game!