Rubbery Ball Creative Writing

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As I looked up at the ceiling I could feel the rubbery ball leave my hand as it went into the hoop. I thought to myself, nothing could possibly go wrong right now. The little squeaky ball came back into my hands and I could smell the musty aroma coming from off the ground, I coughed and jumped as I shot the ball again. The walls around me were cramped, but it was the only place in the house where a mini basketball hoop could fit. The tiny ball bounced off the wall and landed in the hoop. I smiled and saw the ball bouncing crazily on the floor. it bounced off the white silvery wall and started to go towards the wooden steps, I strode over to the steps as the ball’s speed started to decrease, and the color started to drain from my face. I realized that the ball had made it to the stairs and was starting to bounce down the stairs! I jumped …show more content…

We talked about what we did today and I supposedly “forgot” to mention the chandelier incident. Then the question came” how did you break the chandelier?” I said that I was fooling around upstairs with the small rubber basketball and the ball bounced down the steps and ran into the chandelier. She nodded her head a couple of times as I gulped intensely and sweat started to form on the palms of my hands. I heard the footsteps of something very familiar, my father, he walked in and as I looked at him from my chair I started to feel smaller and smaller. Besides the fact that he had his fists clenched he looked decently calm, he muttered a quiet”hi” and then went back to his room. I wondered if my mom had said something to him. I felt the cold wood of the kitchen table and shook my head. My mom rubbed my hair with her warm and luxurious hands and smiled at me, “ I messed up mom” I

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