Life of an unused basketball , dedication to my basketball loving sister . enjoy .. :]
Staring out from the bottom of a table , lies Basmie . He sighed in dissatisfaction . Why are his owners not playing with him ? Was he too old ? Too battered ? But he was new .. And had never been used since he was tested for perfection . Listening to the eveness of the pattering rain on the window sill , he flipped to one side . That urge , to get out onto the basketball court , and get shot into the hoop , was unbearable . Why ? Why was he still unused ? Perfection guaranteed the shine on his leathery rubber . Why ..
Everyday , he would see his older owner come back from home , not even taking a look at him . Whenever the younger owner came back , the older owner would boast and complain about the troubles met on the court . Oh , how much was the pain as the urge had tried to overcome him ? Unbearable , right . Took nearly all of his strength to resist .
Still , why . Where was the need ? The younger owner was so excited at first to purchase a new basketball , as a sibling to the older one that she had missed so much . That the older owner had always left in school and usually had to find excuses to stop her sister from playing with her . But why will the older owner not want to play with the younger owner ?
Troubling , as much as the need . That very need , unspoken .. Basmie tried to say something , to express himself , his complaints . He was really sad underneath that table , just lying there , staring into space . With no troubles , true . But nothing to do . He had once loved the silence of the room at night . With his carefree time , but now there was nothing to do with it .
He sighed again , and so left his problems unsolved , and flipped back into his original position before anybody could realise .
lol . weird . but i had writer's block . >_> N I FEEL POSSESED T-T
♥ danqoes :]
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