The hot sun beat down on them from the bright blue sky above. She kicked at a fire ant with her bare toes before picking up an old friend off the picnic table. It felt good to have it back in her hands, she had missed it. People around her were jumping around, having fun in the warm afternoon, but not her. Here she was, the white woven rope in her hands. This was it. She stepped to the end of the porch, silently watching the laughing children around her. It was like they were laughing at her. Putting an end of the rope in each hand, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath. She was going to do it this time, and nothing was going to stop her. She was going to show them. The rope was ready, all she had to do was jump. Well, she thought, here goes. She was finally going to do it. For the first time since elementary school, she was going to jump rope.
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