Joseph: The Time I Popped My Teacher’s Yoga Ball

“Someone get some tape!” I ordered my reading group buddies, who were, along with me, sitting around a table, listening to an audiobook, The City of Ember, and following along in our own paperback versions.

A few seconds later, Malia, a blonde-haired girl who led the “popular girls” at my school, showed up with some scotch tape. Her face was covered with worry. I quickly did my best to patch up the giant hole that had caused the deflation of a perfectly fine, ocean-blue yoga ball that glinted in the bright lights of the classroom.