Author’s
Note: I wrote this fictional story about this girl who’s nicknamed Gum
Girl. She loves, loves, loves gum and she tells the story of how she
got her nickname. It’s kind of funny, I tried to make it sort of
comedic.
So,
I have this ridiculous nickname. I don’t like the back story, but I’ll
tell you anyway. So, I love bubblegum, just plain regular bubblegum.
It’s a bad habit of mine. I chew two pieces per class (and I have six
periods and including lunch and study hall, you do the math). Well, not
anymore. It all started yesterday morning in math class . . . So, you
know, it was an ordinary morning; me chewing gum, Zack hurling spit
balls, Maddy chewing on her hair. Oh, and how could I forget? Mr.
Math-geek-paranoid-niss (Motherisshouse [and yes, that’s his real name
but we call him Mother’s house because of his name and he still lives
with his mom] a very apporpiate name) was lecturing about something we
learned last year. Anyway, I popped a second piece into my mouth. I
totally zoned out on the lecture and closed my eyes for my regular math
nap. Instead of awaking to the bell, I woke up and saw it all happen.
All of a sudden, Not-Nice-Ninny-Nadaline pushed hair-chewing-clumsy
Maddy into the math homework cart causing it to fly toward spit-ball
Zack who was so shocked when it hit him he choked and flailed his arms
that caught on Liam’s long hair and sent him soaring right into me. I
choked on my gum. When I finally got it back into my mouth, I blew a
bubble (it’s what I do when I’m scared or nervous or freaked) so big
that it popped and landed all over me and Mr. Motherisshouse. I didn’t
even see him! I was told by witnesses he walked over to see what the
commotion was when I . . . . Well, you know. It was so embarrassing!
And that’s how I became Gum Girl.
