I step onto the blacktop stage. Sun burning on my skin. People smile, people point. We're doing the Ice Cream Soda game.
"Ice cream soda,
Cherry on the top,
Who's your boyfriend/girlfriend
I forgot!"
The jump rope swung as my feet went into motion.
A, B C, D!
I was doing great.
E, F-
I looked at her.
She won't know.
I stop and people cry, people scream.
They think I like Jake but I like her.
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 6:25 PM UTC
I step onto the blacktop stage. Sun burning on my skin. People smile, people point. We're doing the Ice Cream Soda game.
"Ice cream soda,
Cherry on the top,
Who's your boyfriend/girlfriend
I forgot!"
The jump rope swung as my feet went into motion.
A, B C, D!
I was doing great.
E, F-
I looked at her.
She won't know.
I stop and people cry, people scream.
They think I like Jake but I like her.
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