The Bubble #Wattys2015

Chapter 2: Gum War

After the stroller incident, I realized that walking wasn't so bad and ended loving going on walks! In the first grade at my elemantry school, at every recess, all the little kids would gather in the back of the playground and whip out the newest and latest, gum! Yeah, back in the day for me, having gum would instantly make you cool. But only having gum wasn't cool, you had to be able to blow the biggest and baddest bubble. Man, whoever blew that greatest bubble in our "gum wars" was considered a king or queen of the first grade! But that wasn't the hardest part. The hardest part was having to smuggle your gum pack in your Care Bear backpack without any of your siblings, parents, or grandparents sniffing it out. At that age being the "king" or "queen" was like being a tiny little badass who can blow a huge gum bubble. Which now, thinking about it sounds really stupid and embarrassing. Not only was smuggling gum in your backpack dangerous, but having to hide the gum from those teachers who "watch out for you" (a.k.a just having a good laugh and chat with other teachers) on the playground. So, us little kids had an operation to help us with that. We had to have three "lookouters" who just basically protected us from being caught. A circle of "watchers" the kids who watched two kids in the middle beating each others asses at blowing a bigger bubble than the other. And of course the "bubblers" those who would dare to compete in the ring of hell, and unfortunately I was one of those idiots who would smuggle gum and act like a little badass. Why did I do that? Anyways, this one recess it was my turn to compete the all time "bubbler" champion, Cole Greene. Oh man, this dude was bad, so bad, he had the latest watermelon hubba bubba bubblegum against my Trident bubblegum. I was literally dead meat.
Crap, crap, crap, what did I get myself into this time?
So as I was saying I, Estrella, said to the bubbler champion,
"Oh, you're going down Cole!" In the most snottiest voice I could muster up. I was going to regret saying that because after the two rounds, I was on my last third round and I had lost the last two, if I won this I would be the bubbler champion!!! Cole went first blowing a whopping 6 inch wide bubble!!! My jaw literally dropped to the floor. How the hell was I going to beat that? I quickly unwrapped eight sticks of gum, stuffed them in my mouth, and threw the crumpled wrappers to the floor. I chewed fast and blew a, drumroll please, 6 AND A FREAKIN HALF INCH WIDE BUBBLE!!! I spat the gum out onto the floor and stuck my tongue out at Cole, who looked shocked, as everybody chanted.
"Estrella, Estrella, Estrella!"
All of the sudden Cole's face got all red and he tackled me to the floor, which knock the living wind out of me. I did the only reasonable thing a six year old girl should do, throw a punch at the attacker! Which send Cole a foot away and crying his eyes out. A whistle blew in the distance and all I heard was,
"Cole, Estrella, OFFICE NOOOOOW!"

Crap.
After that I got a week of lunch detention, and a proud family for standing up for myself, while a wimpy Cole cried to his mommy.