TITLE: The Goode Girl
GENRE: Young Adult
I don't ask for a lot. Really. In my family, there's not much to ask for, anyway. I guess you could say that demand out-weighs supply. But even if there was anything to ask for, I wouldn't. It's just not me. I'm kind of happy with what I've got so why ask for more when I don't need it? Still, it would be nice if, just once, I could ask for this: To get through the day without someone making fun of my name.
No, of course not. That never seems to be the case. Inevitably, someone, some time, is struck by the urge to make fun of my name. And how could they resist? With an unfortunate moniker like Irene Goode, they have a lot to work with.
Yes, that's right.
That's me. A born punchline for all the budding comedians of Amory High. Or wanna-be mean girls.
Today, it was Bridget Taylor stepping up for her shot at school fame. And me. One thing about Bridget: She lacks imagination. So rather than dazzling her classmates with her stunning wit, she fell short with a dull pun. A variation of which she'd been slinging at me since our first encounter in grade school.
"Can you pass this to the Goode girl?"
Real witty, Bridget.
Oh, well, at least I managed a comeback before the teacher intervened. "Well, that was as original as your nose," I said with feigned innocence.