The Evil Orange Ball Returns

  It was just another gym class. But there was something about this class that made it not so ordinary. The Evil Orange Ball returned. My friend and I made sure that The Evil Orange Ball wouldn't get any closer than 4 feet without getting wacked. This plan worked.

  When it came closer than 4 feet, one of us hit it. Hitting the ball with enough force to send it flying. If you were the Evil Orange Ball, you'd probably be hurt badly.

  Trying to hit us, missing and up again. The Evil Orange Ball fails to hit us. Then all of a sudden, almost at the speed of light, nearly hitting my friend in the face, (again) the Evil Orange Ball flies.

  She wacked that thing good, I mean you should've seen it, fly half way across the gymnasium. She hit it so hard, that it went into the supply closet. It flew into a cart of basketballs. And that was the end of The Evil Orange Ball for this gym class.