The next day, you arrive at school with a tured expression.
You hadn't slept well last night.
You can see from the corner of your eye, Playtime is talking to some other people.
You shrug it off. You needed to hurry up and practise for todays math test.
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You are quite happy with yourself after the test.
You got a perfect score, and your friends did too.
Something flickered in the corner of your eye.
A kid with an orange and blue Tshirt was talking to playtime.
You think for a moment before edging closer to hear what he's saying.
"Is this your dumb jumprope?"
He laughed.
He was holding something that shone pink in the light.
You heard a gasp from Playtime.
She screamed as the boy reaches forward with the shiny pink thing, and snipped her jumprope in two.
She collapsed to the ground with a sob, and the boy walked over to his friends who were laughing and pointing at her.
Playtime turned and fled, and you watched with sorrow as she flung her broken rope to the ground.
