I am a naughty basketball. After I was made, I was put onto the shelf in a sports shop. I was young and new. I stayed there for only two weeks before a little boy who was very interested in basketball took me home one day.
The little boy put me into a cabinet which was very dark and it had many stinky shirts. The cabinet was so crowded and messy. It was stuffy inside. All the shirts next to me were crying. They were all dirty and poor. They told me that they were only put there and could never go out. I started to worry about myself. I didn't want to live in that place only.
From then on, I was always brought to the basketball court. Although I was delighted, I didn't want him to hit me very hard because it was so painful. If he hit me, I would rebound very hard. If he hit me softly, I would be fine. I didn't want to be controlled, anyway. One day, when I woke up after a rest, I saw a little table-tennis ball in the corner of the cabinet. She looked beautiful and new. I asked her,
"Why are you here?"
"I have been here for a long time. Although I am so new, my master doesn't want to play this sport anymore," she answered.
I was so anxious about if I would be put there after my master got bored with me. Therefore, I kept waiting for a chance to escape.
One day, when my master brought me to practise basketball, I jumped out of the court to the road. But……suddenly, a truck stepped on my whole body. Finally, I exploded. I felt guilty to be a useless basketball that didn't help my master to train a strong and healthy body. I also didn't help him to win any competition, either.
It is too late to regret now.