Skipping This
By grippon
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SKIPPING THIS
'Salt, pepper, vinegar - OY! Stop it!" Brenda threw down the end of the
skipping rope.
Thomas, a few yards away, stuck out his tongue.
'Salt, pepper, vinegar, mustard,
Brenny's as silly as custard'
'I hate you,' said Brenda, stamping her foot. 'Tell him, Elizabeth,
tell him to stop it.'
Elizabeth disentangled her feet from the rope and stepped towards her
brother. 'Go away, Thomas, or I'll tell Mum.'
'Tell tale tit,
'your tongue will split-'
'Shut or I'll give you a clout.' Elizabeth darted closer.
'Yeah? You and whose army Mrs Hitler?'
Elizabeth swiftly grabbed a fistful of Thomas long dark hair.
'Ow! I'll tell Dad.'
Elizabeth grinned and twisted harder. 'If he gives you any more
trouble, Brenda, just do this: he hates it.' She ducked an attempted
blow and grinned again. 'You know why he dies it, don't you?'
Brenda shook her head and looked down at her shoes.
Elizabeth slackened her grip. 'You can kiss her if you want, Thomas -
she won't mind.'
'Don't want to.'
'You wouldn't mind, would you Brenda?'
'Brenda shrugged and scraped a foot on the ground.
'Tell you what, Brenda, he can hold the other end of the rope for
us.'
'If you like.'
'Go on then, Thomas, get the other end from the lampost.'
'Alright - but I'm not going to skip though.' He untied the rope and,
giving it a trial swing, turned to face Brenda.
'Your turn Brenda,' ordered Elizabeth, tugging the rope end out of her
hand.
Not looking at Thomas, Brenda moved to the centre. The rope arced
through the air.
She counted, picking up the rhythm, and then stepped in.
'You're a really great skipper, aren't you?' asked Thomas, later, as
they sat on the kerb edge, sweating and enjoying the late summer
sun.
'Well you're good at swinging the rope.'
'He was looking at your knickers,' smaned Elizabeth.
'Wasn't!'
'Was!'
'Wasn't.'
'Yes, you were - I saw you.'
'Shut up Lizzie. I'm going home.' Thomas scrambled to his feet and ran
off.
'He like you, you know,' said Elizabeth.
Brenda giggled.
'Why don't you ask him to your birthday party?'
'I got Emma to ask him for me.'
'Is he coming then?'
'Says he might.'
'I'll make him come, then.'
'If you like'
Both girls giggled.
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