Every day, my mom packs me a lunch with a string cheese. I guess one of them fell to the bottom of my backpack one day, and stayed there for a while. All of a sudden in English class, my bag started to reek! It smelled like a rotten egg. I tried to pretend it wasn't me, but the boy sitting next to me started pointing at me and laughing, and soon everyone started to notice and hold their noses. A few of them even started calling me "Smellanie" for the rest of the week...it was the worst nickname ever!
Melanie, 12
