Being A Tennis Ball
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Here I am, what seems to be the millionth day I have been cooped up in this air tight container with my two roomates Josh and Bryan. It seems by now that none of us really have anything to say to each other, mainly due to the fact we havent come in contact with the outside world in, well forever. To use our spare time wisely we find ourselves brainstorming ways to be able to bust out of this 4×2 plastic tube of a home. Obviously so far nothing has worked, however we have gotten as far as falling to the floor where we laid to be picked up by Joseph the janitor and set back on our beloved shelf. Waking up Saturday morning I could feel something was different. As the store manager promptly makes his way over to our aisle with some sort of sign I couldnt make out at first, and then there it was, the most beautiful word iv seen my entire life, SALE! Right then and there I knew that this was going to be a good day.
Just as I suspected, there were people ever where taking advantage of our drastic decrease in price. Then it happened, I could feel our home being lifted off our shelf ever so graciously, then tossed recklessly into a shopping cart. As we got swiped across the cash register scanner I could tell that the wheels were finally in motion, gradually we became closer and closer to taking part in our first tennis match ever. As we sit in the bag we noticed we werent the only ones in there, some darts from aisle 3 made it, and a nice pair of gym pants were going to be our company for the ride. This car ride better not be long, I am dying to get out on that court.
I began to think that maybe my destiny in life was to break the world record for longest time ever to sit on a shelf, because its been days and the farthest I have made it is to the back shelf in a dark, smelly little building filled with a lot of small machines and a couple cars. I could see our purchaser was a busy man mainly because his car was hardly in its usual spot , and he would only be home at night. But then it happened. I was woken up early one morning to this piercing little screech. I looked up and noticed the bright sunlight pour into our container as our lid was tore off, and before I knew it, my two roommates and I were tossed out onto the chilly ground.
This was finally it,