TITLE: My Life to the Tune of Taylor Swift
GENRE: Upper Middle Grade
Summer Sutter introduced me as Darcy Fartsy in the middle of lunch, and all my dreams of starting over, or at least of having a whole year free from humiliating nicknames, disappeared. At this rate, I was bound to exceed my all-time record by year end, but oh well! Not that I cared what Summer “the SSSSSSnake” Sutter said about me anyway…well, as long as it wasn’t in front of Carter.
Sometimes I wish I had the nerve to say the Pro Wrestler name I gave her out loud and to make her feel as small as she makes me feel, but I just can’t do it. I’ve even practiced in front of the mirror, but I’m too weak or too nice to actually go through with it, depending on who you ask. So instead, I just drift away in my mind as the loud deep voice of an announcer and the roaring cheers of the crowd fill my head while "The SSSSSSnake" runs out into the ring, pumping her arms up and down like she's lifting some hundred-pound weights. Only Summer is so tiny that she looks more like an action figure than a wrestler.
Somehow that imaginario always cheered me up after one of her cracks, and in some cases, like today, gave me a surge of confidence which I felt the need to capitalize on. So I picked up my tray, cocked my head to the side, flashed a genuine fake smile, and said, “Thanks for ruining my appetite.”