Bubble gum, it’s what she insisted I call her that day I met her in chemistry, when I asked what her real name was she simply said “Bubble gum”. I had begged the teacher not to pair me up with her I couldn’t spend the rest of the year next to a girl that insisted to be called Bubble Gum. Up until second semester I didn’t have a lab partner and that’s how I preferred it not having to deal with people I knew I was smarter than anyway, it was a god sent for me. Ms. Green did this as a punishment I’m sure, since I corrected last Friday on Pluto not being a planet, seriously you’d think an 11th grade chemistry teacher would know that. When Bubble gum first walked in she did it with grace and confidence, I immediately hated her with her bleach blonde hair that was tossed effortlessly to her shoulder when she talked, her baby pink lips never not giving the biggest grin to anyone she met and of course her perfect body i’m pretty sure she lived at the gym. Bubble Gum walked right up to Ms. Green sporting the biggest smile and handed her a bright pink transfer slip. Ms. Green scanned the room looking for a place to put her, her eyes landed on me I vigoulsley shook my head, but all Ms. Green did was smile. The blonde haired bobble head pranced her way over to me.
“Hi, I’m Bubble Gum I’m new here the last school I went to had such a fabtastically awful chemistry lab, the craziest thing we did in there was dissect frogs, which is just terrible don’t you think? I mean they were poor helpless creatures.” God doesn’t this girl ever stop talking. “Wow that’s terrible, I feel really bad for you.” I say with every ounce of sarcasm I can muster. “How about we play the quiet game so I can get this lab done.” Seemingly taking the hint she shuts up. “Oh right of course I do ramble a bit don’t I, sorry about that we should definitely get the lab done.” She tosses her hair back and goes back to her work, we didn’t say another word to each other for the rest of the period.
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Once upon a time, there was a school and in that school there was a classroom, in that classroom there was a girl. That girl decided one day that she wanted to make a blog, if you haven't already guessed this is that very blog. Welcome! Every post after this will be a short story about anything really it's really more what I feel like that week.
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