Novel & Cerita Booktok Balls

Milton are in the house. I ask no one to call us for at least an hour after Hunter enters our bedroom. I need to share this moment with only him; I just want the two of us. I bought three soccer balls, the very traditional black and white ones. I make a blue bow on each one as if they are gifts and make three plaques. I write "goal 1'' on the first ball, “goal 2” on the second, and "goal 3" on the third ball.

Next to that was an open bag of chips that was half eaten. A crunching sound drew my attention up to the gigantic white ball plastered to the right corner of the room. The dim light was coming from within, illuminating the slouched figure within. I saw it was draped in a blanket that was hanging from the mouth of the ball, slowly flicking through the pages of a book. The white ball dominated the otherwise empty room. It was perfectly rounded and suspended off the ground with more of the same white string the photos were dancing from. I approached the ball slowly, trying to peer through the opening to see what I would be facing, but the dangling photographs inside made it near impossible.

With a pair of teary yet defiant eyes, she insisted, “I didn’t give Ezra anything bad! I gave him the fragrant balls that Mommy packed for me!” Hearing this, Luca furrowed his brows, not understanding. He turned to Vanessa and asked, “What are those fragrant balls?” “I’ll go get one to explain it to you personally.” Vanessa’s tone was a bit sarcastic, but she couldn’t really be blamed. Luca had approached her with a questioning tone. Before long, she returned holding a golden ball wrapped in chocolate-like foil, opened it, and a sweet aroma wafted out—surely it must taste good.