You can call me LoneCross

Let me tell you a little story about a brave little rugby ball who’s name was Gilbert. It all started 2 years ago back when my friend Brody and I were in out first semester of grade 9. It was a beautiful day out but Brody and I had forgot our gym clothes at our houses because they were being dry-cleaned. Our class went outside to play rugby but Brody and I were forced to sit out and watch for we had no gym clothes. All the kids of the class ran to the ball sack XD and grabbed all the balls, except for one poor slightly deflated but still in good condition ball. His name was Gilbert and he had no one to show him the love he deserved. Brody and I knew what we had to do. We took Gilbert in as our own and he became one of our greatest friends. We had so much fun playing with Gilbert inside the gym while the rest of the class did their thing. But a friendship like this could never last… A grade 11 student that later became my friend when I was in grade 11 decided to play with Gilbert and us. He kicked Gilbert against the wall and we were all having such a joyous time. That is until Andrew kicked Gilbert against the wall so hard a bit of his material came loose at the seam and the inner ballon inside popped out a small bit. Andrew then pinched this bubble and Gilbert’s insides were deflated for good… It was a sad sad day and I still remember Gilbert. It was thanks to him that I discovered the joy of playing rugby and I hope that one day when my time comes I’ll see Gilbert in the afterlife. Here’s to you Gilbert! One of the best friends I’ve ever had! We will truly miss you.