Myra’s POV
The sun was warm on my shoulders, like my blanket when it’s just been in the sun. The grass smelled sweet, like it had just had a big drink of morning dew. I hugged Petal, my doll, tight and spun in a circle until my dress swished around me. My toes wriggled in the grass—it tickled and made me giggle.
All around me, kids laughed and shouted. Some played tag, others kicked a ball that rolled too far and made everyone squeal when it bumped a teacher’s leg. Their voices filled the air like birds.
A whistle cut sharp, and two girls shrieked as they ran past, hair streaming like ribbons. Nearby, a group jumped rope, each smack of it against the dirt sending up little clouds of dust. I hugged Petal tighter and whispered, “We could do that too… if we didn’t get tired so fast.”
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