It was lunchtime, Gibby's favorite time of day.
"YAY!" Gibby yelled as he ran to the cafeteria, trampling two people. They were serving pizza and pulled pork sandwiches. Gibby took two sandwiches and five slices of pizza and ran to a table.
"I love food!" He yelled out loud as he ate it all down. However, his happiness was soon cut short when he felt a sharp pain in his stomach. As he sat there in pain, he realized what was happening and then looked up with a horrified look on his face. He was going to have diarrhea. Gibby quickly got out of his seat and ran to the bathroom.
"MOVE!" He yelled to everyone as he ran through the halls. He finally went into the bathroom and ran into the stall at the last possible second. However, he had a bit of trouble getting his pants down and a spray of diarrhea came out in his pants right before he sat on the toilet. It smelled horrendous and Gibby started to gag a bit at the smell. It had ran all the way down his legs and started to soak into his socks. When he got out of the stall, he looked in the mirror.
"Oh no!" He said. "What am I gonna do?! I can't get out without anyone seeing me!" He looked down at himself.
"What am I doing with my life?" He asked, "I am a complete loser."
"I don't think so..." He heard from behind him. He turned and looked, and saw someone he had never seen before. It was a man, about forty years old. He didn't recognize the face, but something about him seemed so familiar.
"Hey..." Gibby started, "Who are you?" The man looked at Gibby for a moment.
"I'm your father, Gibby." Gibby was shocked. Was he really seeing his dad?!
"Dad?! I-I don't understand..."
"I'm not really here, I'm just in your mind. But I have to tell you something."
"Okay, go ahead, dad."
"I believe in you, son. I believe that you can make it out okay. And...I think you're a winner."
"You do?!"
"Yes, Gibby." His dad said, looking him in the eye, "I do."
"Wow. Thank you, dad." Gibby said, with a tear in his eye.
"By the way, it was my idea to call you Gibby."
"I love the name." Gibby said, as his dad slowly faded away. "Okay, I can do this." He said to himself. He held his breath from the putrid smell of his diarrhea, and then put on his sunglasses. "It's showtime." Gibby said as he opened the door to the bathroom, and then started running.
Everyone turned to look as Gibby ran through the halls. As he ran, the song We Are the Champions started to play.
"GO GIBBY!" Rip-Off Rodney screamed out as everyone cheered and gagged. Gibby ran faster than he had ever run before. He ran so fast that battery acid started to pump in his blood. But that didn't stop him from running even faster.
Gibby finally made it to the door, and as he did, Freddie had to wipe away a small tear. This was such an inspiration to everyone. Even when he made it out the door, he kept running and he ran all the fifteen miles home. When he got home, he changed his socks and his pants and then collapsed on his bed.
"What a great day." He said to himself as he began his seventeen hour sleep.
The next day, Gibby woke up and went to school. As soon as he walked through the doors, he was given a standing ovation.
"Gibby," Principal Franklin said, "I want you to know...I was wrong about you. I was wrong about everything about you. You've proved yourself to me."
"Thank you, Principal Franklin." Gibby said, as he saluted him.
Everyone cheered for Gibby and they lifted him up in the air and everyone chanted his name. No one made fun of him ever again. Gibby had proved what a true American hero he really was.