Super-Ball

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The rubber ball flew into the air, brilliant colors spinning into a tie-dye rainbow. Izzy lied back on his bed, tossing it up and watching it, until inevitably, it came back down. He let out a sigh as he tossed it up again. Everybody was busy tonight... like very night. All the others were busy with love and life, leaving Izzy to sit bored—tired—on his bed. The repetitive games on his computer had become old, no longer appealing to his naturally meticulous nature.

"Bored..." Izzy said the word aloud as he tossed the ball back into the air. The word meant so much more. The routine... that lethally lethargic routine that seemed to suck at his will to live. His homework was done, his dinner eaten, his shower taken, his chores complete; there was nothing left that had to be done and nothing enjoyable to be done. There was simply nothing.

"I..." Izzy began to say something aloud, to nobody in particular. His door was closed tightly, his adoptive parents far from hearing distance. He stopped in mid-thought and caught the Super-Ball again, holding onto it this time. He stared at the ball for a moment before dropping it on his chest and falling back onto the pillow, closing his eyes.

"Everything that goes up has to come down." Izzy thought to himself often about it. Why did everything have to come down? Why did his happiness, which had risen to immense, immeasurable heights during his adventures, have to come crashing back down? Why did his excitement, the thrill of life, have to adhere to the physics of mere gravity?

"Why?" Izzy muttered to himself before grabbing hold of the ball. Clenching to it tightly, he hurled it with all his might against the floor. It bounced off, up against the wall, off the ceiling, down back onto another side wall, to the floor, up, down, up, and down again. Izzy looked at it and vented for a moment before dwelling on the subject some more.

"Everything that goes up has to come down." Even the frantic chaos of the ball had come to an end... eventually. The ball had come to a rest near his bed, having rolled a good way before coming to a stop. The beautiful colors could be seen now, no longer the confusing blur that they had been just a second before. They were separate, clear, simple.

"Honey, are you okay?" Izzy's mom peeked inside the door, cracking it open about halfway. The slamming of the ball had caught her attention. Izzy just stared at the ball for a few moments before acknowledging his mother's presence.

"Yeah mom, everything's fine."

"Okay." She stood in the doorway a few seconds more before closing it back softly and walking back down the hall. Izzy picked up the ball and held it in his hand, staring at it.

"Everything..." Izzy tossed the ball back into the air. "Everything... good and bad."

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