Creative Writing: Life As A Basketball

Part I of Essay
I started out as a brand new shiny basketball. But since then I have gotten old and worn. I have had a hard life. You don't know how cruel kids can be. I have been through everything. Once I was nearly ran over by a car. One day they left me outside, it was okay for a cou ....

Part II of Essay
.... me of a bit and stuffs me in his backpack. then he takes me to his school and throws in to his stinky gym locker. Help me kid I can't breathe in here. After a couple of hours I didn't think I was gonna survive. Somehow I managed to survive for the rest of the day. Then when I get home I figure safe at last but oh no the stupid kid just had to tell his mom that I was getting to old. So the mom just throws me in the garbage, so right now I'm sitting in a garbage Truck. I could just kill that kid, man people have such nerve. ....