Recess, after waiting a tantalizing four hours the best time or the day had finally arrived. My class mates and I quickly left the prison that we were being held captive in. As I left the prison I could feel the sun hit my skin, and I breathed in a delicious breath of fresh air. Kids were swarming all around me enjoying the freedom of the school yard. Kids ran around me starting games of tag on the playground or standing in circles walking. The majority of boys all brought tins of yugio cards out, and began “ddd-ddd-duel.” My best friend Will and I both found this game boring and stupid. Instead of playing yugio cards we found a tennis ball and though we could play wall ball. We moved around from front of the school to the side of the school to the massive wall ball wall.

When we got there I pulled a tennis ball out of my pocket and proceeded to throw it against the wall. Will would subsequently catch it and throw it at the wall for me to catch. We played this game of two person wall ball for a while but before half of recess was over we were bored of it. We decided to make up a new game. In this game we would see who could throw the ball closest to the roof without the ball going onto the roof. I started by throwing the ball about five feet short of the roof, a good throw but nothing like the pros of the grade. Next Will through, with all his might he wound up and threw the ball at the wall. With a resounding clank were heard the ball hit the piece of metal that marked the start of the roof. This kind of throw was rarely seen, a perfect ten out of ten. We both jumped up in celebration. As we were celebrating the ball began its downward flight to earth. It hit the pavement hard and made a surprisingly hard bounce upward. I saw that it might just make it over the fence at the back of the school. Immediately I stopped celebrating and rushed to the back of the lot. I jumped as high as I could to try to save the ball and I almost had it in my grasp when I hit the fence with a jarring impact. As I fell to the ground I watched the ball bounce into the street.

My friend Will immediately rushed over to see if I was alright. I was a bit shaken but would be fine in a couple of minutes. As I recovered we watched the ball slowly make its way down the street and slowly rest on the curb. After I recovered we looked around for a lunch aid. Whenever a ball would go into the street a lunch lady would usually go and retrieve it for us. We looked around the play ground for a lunch aid with excitement until we saw that it was the old ladies shift for lunch aid duty. This lunch aid was notorious for being grouchy and not picking up balls for kids. We rushed over to her and begged her to go retrieve the ball for us. But for all our pleading she only shook her head and mumbled curse words through her slimy green dentures. Our spirits in the depths of despair as we grudgingly walked back to the fence, on the way making comments about how we wished the old lady would hurry up die so we could get a new lunch aid.

When we reached the fence we thought of other ways to retrieve the ball. I suggested that we build a device that could reach the ball from inside the fence. After some thought we realized that we only had a couple of sticks and some playground mulch so this idea was vetoed. Then Will decided that we could just hop the fence and go retrieve the ball our selves. I was shocked to hear this because it was a universal rule around the playground that you were not supposed to go outside of the fence during school hours. Will explained to me that the lunch aid probably couldn’t even see us her vision was so bad and that once we made it over the fence we would use the crosswalk and side walk just to be safe. I immediately rejected this idea saying that something would go wrong and added that we could get into a lot of trouble. Even after Will explained it to me many times I still would not agree to the plan. After I rejected the plan for the tenth time he decided that he was going to do it on his own.

I wished him luck as the nimbly climbed over the fence and made the drop down the other side. He looked both ways and then crossed the street. Next he stealthily made his way down the street to where the tennis ball was resting next to the curb. He picked it up and began to run back to the school. “So far so good” I thought to myself. Will was almost back now and he was approaching the cross walk again. This is where he made his mistake though. In the excitement of venturing off of school grounds Will neglected to look and see if cars were coming. He began to sprint across the cross walk when a car came zooming by. With a thud Will was in a lying in a heap on the cross walk.
I immediately sprang into action and hopped over the fence at a world record pace.
When I reached Will I could see that he was moving and could talk. I looked around for the driver of the car and saw that the car was no were in sight. With my support will miraculously picked himself up off the ground and we walked over to the fence. He told me that his arm hurt a lot and that he avoided the car but his arm hit the car’s mirror.

When he was almost done with the story we heard the whistle of the lunch aid signaling us that it was time to go inside for lunch. With my help Will was able to make it over the fence but when we reached the other side I wondered where the tennis ball was.
We looked around but it was nowhere to be seen. Since we couldn’t see the tennis ball any where we secretly concluded that the driver drove by, reached his arm out the window, stole our tennis ball and then drove away. We were upset that the tennis ball was gone but were even more glad that Will was okay.

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