I love writing children’s stories. And as soon as I saw this prompt, it immediately reminded me of Junie B Jones. Lol. So this is definitely based off of her character.

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Third grade was a jungle gym full of meanies, and Bobby was the king of the monkey bars. He wasn't exactly King Kong, in my eyes, he was just a big fat monkey. Every chance he got, he'd bellow, "Hey, Big Red!" across the room, pointing at my flaming red hair and freckles.

“ my darlin’ Megan, “my mama would always say. “Freckles are just gods glitter!’’ But the whole rest of the third grade class seemed to think they were pretty darn rotten.

Today, the fire alarm must've gotten stuck in Bobby's head because it was "Big Red" this, "Big Red" that. By the tenth time, my face was hotter than a bowl of spicy chili. Enough was enough.

Stomping over to Bobby, I scrunched my nose up like a bulldog and shook my fist in the air. "Big fat meanie Bobby, I'll rip your head plum off!" I roared. I thought I sounded like a big scary lion. But apparently, everyone else disagreed.

The class erupted in laughter. Bobby, with a belly that wobbled like jelly, doubled over and wheezed, "Yeah, right! In your dreams, Big Red!"

Just as he turned to snicker at his pals, I saw my chance. In a flash, I grabbed the waistband of his neon green sweatpants and yanked. Down they went, revealing a pair of bright white underwear with tiny blue stars.

“Look! “I hollered, pointing at fat Bobby’s tidy Whiteys. “Look at his pretty panties! “

That big fat monkey really got what was coming to him, because now the whole class was laughing at him! Bobby's face turned the color of a beet, and he scrambled to pull his pants back up. Even Miss Penny, our usually strict teacher, stifled a giggle.

As for me, I puffed out my chest, feeling taller than my scrawny self ever had. Maybe being Big Red wasn't so bad after all.