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I've lost my family. And it all started with a ball. A red ball in fact.
We didn't have much. we lived in a small trailer in the middle of no where. There was no tv, no toys, and we survive with just enough food. I usually ate the scraps which was not much. With this family all we needed was love. At least what I had thought. My best friend was the little boy. We played outside everyday with a red ball we found out back. He would throw it and I would scramble for this ball. Then soon he would chase after me and I would rumble as fast as I could to get away from his monstrous feet. But one day he didn't come out. He wouldn't even allow me to sit on his lab. He grab my skin on the back of my neck and threw me. Threw me into the cold winter grounds of Nebraska. I laid in the small yard for days. And he never came out. As much as I scratched, whine, and begged they left me out there to die. I felt rumbles in my stomach and began to ache. With an empty stomach and forgotten love I started to walk. To venture to find a family that will love me. If that would ever happen.

Sorry it's short. What do u think should I write more?

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