Free writing object: basketball (pretend to be the object)

Free writing object: Basketball (pretend to be the object)

I see people walk by though no one picks me up.  After ages a group of young boys¹ pick me up, fondling me.  They place their hands on me on every spot eventually—those sweaty hands.  I tell them to lay off and to let me rest in peace but now I’m bouncing up and down.  I am being hurled, thrown at them—each other—to the hoop.  I am ricocheted off the backboard but it doesn’t hurt.  I feel nothing but I sense I am part of a bigger plan/game².  They set me to the side and I’m not sure whether I feel relieved or sad—sad that they do not continue to play with me.  Now a group of older humans—female³—pick me up and they are putting pressure on me, making sure I am inflated, playable.  They proceed to throw⁴ me around from person to person.  One time a lady threw me from one end of the hall to the other and I made a swishing sound through the hoop.  They could not believe her—she made me score⁵.   

1: A group of teenagers who happen to be best friends from Roosevelt Elementary school when it wasn’t abandoned in Ames, Iowa.  The school is now closed and the whereabouts of the basketball are unknown.   2: The game they were playing was half-court because another group of kids were playing on the other half.  3: A group of sixth graders, where before, it was a group of fourth graders. 4: Their method of throwing the basketball was significantly stronger, being older and taller than the younger boys.  5: In the game of basketball, the score means shooting through the hoop.  Past the 3 pt. line, it counts as 3 pts.; from the half-way mark, it’s 4 pts.; and lastly, anywhere nearer the 3 pt. line, it’s 2 pts.