Not Again!

Not this.  Not again.  I'm in the palm of a girls hand again.  My father warned me.  I should of stayed on the bottom of the basket.  The first time, I was young.  At least they put me back.  I was picked up and they squeezed me really hard.  They said I was deflated, whatever that means.  Now this time, it was a dare.  My friends pushed me up to the top.  It was competition day though.  Is was going to be the star! Now I actually get the chance and the experience.
 I was back where I started in the the palm. These girls were acting weird.  They swung their arms like they were going to hit m... wait!  Oww... they whacked me pretty hard,  And I was so high up, I could see my basket from here! CLANG!  That's what it felt like. I hit myself on the ceiling beam.  I crashed down.  One of the girls were actually nice enough to pick me up. And she rolled me on the floor.  These people have no respect for volleyballs!  The people picked me up and threw me up.  My father warned me about this.  He was one of the brave volleyballs that soared across the skies.  He told me something that I should know.  "If one of those girls throw you up.  That means that she's going to whack you hard.  Always remember that son."  I just held my breath and...Whack!  There I whacked into the net.  The group of girls on that side started to scream!  I thought the game was over, but they picked me up and rolled me across the floor and she picked me up. Not again!