Monday had come again with another drill specially for Julia. She had never felt so much eyes on her than at the moment. The sweet scent on the schools newly trimmed grass was toxic to her nostrils, the morning air felt tensed which made her palms moist. At this point, she wanted the ground to open up and swallow her - because the stares were penetrating her skull.
She walks up to Mr. Obia and takes her skipping rope and walks back to where her fellow opponents stood.
She gave the yellow skips a hard grip, feeling her muscles tense. Julia stood at the starting line, her heart hammering against her ribs. She glanced at her right opponent, who was junior girl named sarah.
The girl packed her braids up into two pigtails and takes up her skipping rope. Admiring how her skips matched with her blue scrunchy and knee socks. She looked like someone who loved matching up her clothes to a particular color. Its probably something young girls her age do.
On her left was Mackenzie who had won many medals in skipping for the school, obviously she would win this race with her eyes closed. Mackenzie Jogged a few on a spot and tired her red skips around her palm. Julia has never seen Mackenzie in a dedicated manner up until now.
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