“What’s that Drake?” Ben asked.



“I…I don’t know.” I said. I took off my winter jacket and hat. I picked up the random basketball that was sitting inside of my locker. It was a Nike outdoor/indoor basketball with blue and red stripes. I looked for a note or anything to see who it was from but nothing….an anonymous basketball.
“Were did you get that?!” Ben screamed. I was amazed about how new and the grip was very smooth. “I have to give this to the lost and found.” I said.
“No way Drake dont do that! Let’s just keep it for one day. We can try it out after school at my house.”
“Ok ok fine but just for one day.” I said. But what if this belonged to a young child and someone misplaced it and thought it was mine? The whole day the basketball was all I could think about. I went home on the bus with the ball in my hand. I got off at bens house. Luckily his dad plowed his drive way so we had a clean sheet of pavement.
“Pass it D” he said. Ben has called me D ever since fifth grade. Now that we are in 8th grade he still calls me that. Same as everyone else. I got ready to pass and I passed it with a lot of force and he caught it and went for a 3 point shot. He missed completely. “It must be the cold.” He said.
“Oh yes I am sure. You just have butterfingers. I said. “Shut up D” he said sarcastically. “Ok then pass it to me” He threw it with the anger of me calling him butterfingers and I caught it. I got ready in the 3 point stance as usual and licked my right hand and went up for the shot. SWOOSH! “Told ya Benny.” As I said with amazement. But as I said that the basketball was rolling strait towards me and I picked it up. I shot from a little bit farther almost half court.

“Don’t even try it D.” he said. I winded up for the shot… SWOOSH! The ball rolled towards me again! This is freaking me out. Is it luck or is it magic. “What the heck?” Ben asked. “I don’t know man this is really weird. “Let me try.” Ben said. He tried a layup a 3pointer but nothing. And he is a lot better than me. But strangely the ball didn’t roll towards him. Then I ran up grabbed the Ball and did a layup. The ball went in the hoop with ease. I walked Away purposely to see if it would follow me and it did!

“What the heck?” I yelled.

“That is really freaky D.” Ben said. “But how is this even possible. Basketballs don’t magically go in and don’t follow you.” He said. “Why can you make all the shots but I can’t?” Then he grabbed my ball and then got another ball that was his and shot with mine then his. He did this combination for a good 10 minutes but my ball would never want to go in for him. Then he stopped and got angry. “This is crazy” as he said in a huffing puffing voice. “D you can’t bring this back to school. The ball is probably magic.”

“I won’t now Ben. Could it be magic?”

I thought about what Ben said when I walked home. I dropped the ball down in my room went down for dinner. The ball was following!? No way this is ridiculous. Then I just locked the ball in my closet until after dinner. Thank god my sister wasn’t home or else she would have been all over my case. At dinner I told nobody about the ball. Hamburger meat kept my mind off of the ball for a good hour at dinner.

After dinner I ran up to my room as fast as I could. I got up there got the ball out and stared at it. Why would this be doing this? Then I just turned on my x-box and started playing. Anything to keep my wondering mind off of the basketball. Then I slowly fell into a deep sleep.



“Drake Drake!!! Wake up! Wake up!” My mom was yelling in my ear.


“What what?” I yelled. It was annoying to have people screaming in my ear when I was sleeping. Wait a dream! I was dreaming!

“Drake you were scrambling in bed you were having a bad dream!” She yelled again. I suddenly found myself looking for this ball. Gone…Gone it was gone. The ball was in my dream. I then searched the whole entire house but I guess it was a dream a long lost dream.