JACKS
It wasn't just the bouncing ball nor the agility of one´s hands to pick up those tiny metal stars. It was a feeling that I liked. But, it was a girl’s game. Jacks weren't dolls, but I shouldn't have been playing with them. Stupid looks. Teasing. It should have been a gun or a bow and arrow. “Metal star, sit in my hands, I'll catch you before the ball drops, I don't care, what they say, we're going to play Jacks.”
Looks - Rumors - Lies