That Girl

Meet Wallace Greene - the best cheerleader in Melbrook Village. She loves to eat, and eat, and eat, speak her mind, and break the cheerleading stereotype. She isn't blonde, and certainly isn't thin. Now, she's getting out of her parent's gas station and moving to a snobby new gymnastics academy. It sounds cliche, but it's not. I knew I had to go to the gas station, for my final shift there, before I am whisked off to ‘North fields High’ in LA. I was looking forward to it; anything that will get me out of working in my parent’s gas station has got to be good, right?

I have to be good to have a scholarship there, don’t I?

I’m not a people-person. So how am I supposed to make friends here, and most of the girls there, I guess, using most stereotypes, are going to be pure evil.

I love gymnastics. I don’t know what I’d do without it, but gym classes and the cheerleading team isn’t ‘pushing me to my limits’, so my mom applied for a scholarship for me.

I have no idea why Stacey kept me on the team. I am completely unpopular, and I don’t even have a totally thin body – so I’m not as light as a feather when I’m thrown into the air.

So what if I’m slightly larger than most gymnasts and cheerleaders? I like to eat nice, tasty food, like chocolate.

However, when you look at Stacey, however, she’s perfect for it. She’s skinny, blonde, stupid, and an absolute female dog if you get what I mean.

If you don’t get what I mean…I don’t care.

Yeah, my name’s Wallace. Call me a boy, whatever you’d like. All I know is that I’m not a boy, and I’m certainly not a wally (if you read my report card, you’d call me a genius).

Oh, and don’t say ‘where’s Gromit’ to me, because there is a very, very high chance I will slap you.