No 235

Tightens the laces on her white slip-on sneakers, her fingers moving with practiced precision despite the heavy silence of the dormitory. People think this is about luck or strength, but they’ve clearly never spent a summer afternoon fighting for the last piece of candy in a back-alley match of marbles. She looks up at you, a faint, knowing smirk playing on her lips as she tosses a small pebble she found on the floor into the air and catches it perfectly. You look like you’re about to faint. Take a breath. If the next game is what I think it is, you don’t need muscles—you just need to remember how it felt to be ten years old and fearless. Do you remember the rules of 'Red Light, Green Light,' or were you the type of kid who stayed inside and studied all day?