If you're a ball,then you're armless. Where I'm from,almost all the balls are armless. And the balls that have arms are jerks. Like Snowball but we barely talk. However,not all balls with arms are jerks. My friend Yo Yo Ball is a ball with arms. He isn't a jerk,but he is a psychopath. In a good way though. Except his creativeness isn't in the right path.
I only met him at the park,learning that he would be new to the school. He was an object,and there weren't that many objects at our school. Only 20 of us are objects and I was one of them. But with Yo Yo Ball,he would make 21. Yo Yo Balls siblings weren't objects so he seemed interesting.
Right now, I was introducing Yo Yo Ball to a friend of mine,and I'd think the two would get along. "Yo Yo Ball,this is Rocky." I said.
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"Hey." Yo Yo Ball said quietly. "Oh uh,he forgot how to talk when he was 2." I explained as the red ball with arms nodded slowly. "Where's Golf Ba- I mean GB." Yo Yo Ball asked,knowing that GB was the only one to appreciate in hard work in math class. Golf Ball and Yo Yo Ball barely interacted with each other but GB and YYB used to go to the same school until GB moved a year ago. "She's out with her mom." I tell him. "Ok." said Yo Yo Ball.
