The Ball

The Ball

The ball was just lying there; Bobby didn’t want to get it though because it was sitting in the downpour of rain.
“Just go get it Bobby,” Andrew said, Bobby’s little brother. “That way we can go to the gym and play basketball with the other kids.”
“But it’s raining so hard I will be soaked by the time l get back in, plus mom would be mad that l went out.”
“ Yeah good point.”
They sat there wondering what they should do “If only we had that ball,” Andrew repeated for the third time. “Just shut up about that ball!” Bobby said with force in his voice. “We’ll get it tomorrow just watch television or something.”