Living in a Ping-pong Ball

    By A.B. , section 6-4

     Living in a ping-pong ball is horrible. I get smacked around all day. Night is the only safe time. My friends have escaped while I was sleeping. This is the time for me to leave. I’m going to escape. I opened the ball and jumped out. It was quiet. I jumped onto the table.

     I had thirty minutes until I would start to grow into a full sized adult, so I have to get out quickly. I made it. I started to grow. I began to look for everyone. I pulled out my phone and called people.  I made it to the village and we lived happily ever after.