Maddie Veekman, age 15. She doesn't really know where she is from, so neither do we. We found her at an orphanage my mom was helping out at and she just fell in love with her. She felt so sorry for her, a little bubblegum-baby, all alone, and adopted her. She is my sister and best friend. She, as you know, has pink bubblegum hair, a bit pinkish skin, and a special trait where when her emotions get out of hand she starts to inflate like a, well, bubble. She's always being made fun of, called the girl straight from Candy-Land. No offense, but she IS a piece of bubblegum.
So I got this crazy idea. If she said it loud and proud, their insults wouldn't affect her as much. After all, I tell her always, it is kind of cool to be a piece of bubblegum. She, after a long time, agreed. Today she is going to do it.
"Hey Sweetman, where's your mommy?" says that one boy, Peter,who never gives up. "Stuck in a marshmallow factory somewhere?"
Maddie looks very mad, sucking in a breath and using all her willpower not to punch him. Peter had learned the parent jokes were the worst. I see her pinky finger swell, like she was gonna inflate, but it goes back down.
"Hello, Peter." She smiles the fakest smile a person will see in their life. She looks over at his friend in an extremely ugly sweater. "Having a good day, Pete Pig and the Uglies?" Peter looks shocked for a second, then smiles.
"Nice one Sweetman."
"Veekman, Peter. Good try." She takes a piece of bubblegum from her hair and blows a bubble in his face. She gives him the peace sign and marches off with a proud bounce in her step.
"Talk about crazy," Peter mutters.
"Crazy what?" Peter, being scared of me because of something I'd rather not mention, flees.