Hey, everyone. This is my very first chapter of my first story, and I'm very excited to be uploading it. I've wanted to put up a story for ages, but I can never get it quite right to be my very first story. And then I was organizing my desk and found this, my very first WG story that I wrote almost a year ago when I first began watching the show. I was expecting to think it was horrible, but it was surprisingly pretty good, and so then I knew it would be my first story. Here it is. If you read it from beginning to end, I sincerely thank you!

Little notice: even though Becky has a crush on Scoops, I think she'll end up with Tobey. Just so you know.(:

Okay, enjoy!

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It was just another ordinary morning for Becky Botsford, aka WordGirl. She, her little brother TJ, and her pet monkey Bob, aka Captain Huggy Face, were seated around the kitchen table having breakfast.

"I love Spoonfuls of Sugar," sighed TJ as he poured a bowlful of his favorite cereal. Becky was also having Spoonfuls of Sugar. She considered herself smart for her age and usually preferred a more nutritious breakfast, but once in a while she had to give in. Spoonfuls was just too good.

"Me too," she agreed with her brother.

"Oh, awesome!" TJ suddenly exclaimed. "I got the prize!" He triumphantly held up a plastic Count Cloudy figure in a small plastic bag.

Becky gaped at all of the cereal overflowing from TJ's bowl. "Hey! You cheated!" she burst out indignantly. "You took a lit of cereal just so you could get the prize!"

"No I didn't, I'm just really hungry! And lucky!" TJ said, tearing the bag open like an animal.

Becky groaned as she watched him examine Count Cloudy. She didn't care as much for the Count Cloudy figure as she did for the other ones like Pretty Princess and Magic Pony, but still. When she and TJ had started fighting over the figures, their parents had made a rule that they weren't allowed to take the figures out of the box until they were pouring their cereal and it happened to fall into one of their bowls, and then they could keep it. She watched enviously as TJ twisted Count Cloudy's head around backwards, then bent his arms so they were behind his back, completely distorting the figure.

Becky never cheated. She took her fair share of cereal every day. It made her so angry when TJ took as much as he possibly could and got the figures. He didn't even let her have them when they were ones he'd already gotten before. What made her the most indignant was that he always are all of the cereal on the days when he was after the prizes and took half the box. She couldn't even blame him for being wasteful.

But then again, she really didn't mind not having Count Cloudy She was relictant to let the matter go, but she'd get her chance.

Maybe.

"Morning, kids," Becky's dad, Tim Botsford said as he and Becky's mom entered the kitchen.

" Morning, Mom and Dad," Becky and TJ said in unison, and Bob squealed in greeting. Mr. Botsford sat at the table with them while Mrs. Botsford made coffee.

"Wow, TJ, you took a lot of cereal today," Becky said rather loudly with an innocent look on her face. TJ glared at her.

"Wow, TJ, you're a growing boy!" Mrs. Botsford exclaimed, glancing over her shoulder at the cereal pile around TJ's bowl. "Keep it up. If you're hungry, take as much as you need,"

"Soon TJ's going to be taller than you, Becky!" Mr. Botsford said. "He's probably going through a growing spurt!"

Becky slapped her forehead in disgust.

"Thanks," TJ said.

On the bus ride to school, Becky and Bob sat by a window. Even though Bob was a monkey, he went to school, as well as everywhere else Becky went, with her. He was even treated like a student; sometimes if he was fooling around too much Mr. Dudley made him stay after class and write on the chalk board "I will not throw banana peels at Tobey McCallister's head during class."

Bob was playing a fast and furious game of cat's cradle with himself. Becky had her elbows on her knees and rested her chin on her hands as she observed, stting in a seat in the opposite isle two rows ahead of her, Scoops. Todd Scoops Ming. Everyone called him Scoops because he was in charge of the school newspaper and worked for a real paper sometimes too. He was always after a good story, and right then as Becky was observing him, he was scribbling away in his omnipresent writing tablet.

Becky liked him.

Fortunately for her, they were friends. She decided to go talk to him.

"I'll be right back, Bob," Becky said. "I'm going to go say hi to Scoops,"

Bob chattered an answer and concentrated again on cat's cradle. Becky always understood every sound Bob made, even though no one else really could.

She stood up and made her way down the isle to Scoops's seat, eager to talk to him for a particular reason.

"Hey, Scoops," she said with a smile, sitting down next to him.

"Oh, hi, Becky," Scoops said with a grin, looking up from his writing tablet. "How's it going?"

"Good," Becky said. "And you?"

"Good," Scoops said.

"Anything new happening?"

"Not really. Same old stuff as usual, although I have been working on this really great story that I just can't wait to get published about-"

"Nothing completely out-of-the-ordinary happening?" Becky interrupted.

He made a face at her. "Um, no." Then that eager look came over his face again. "Oh, yeah. As I was saying, I'm working on this story about-"

"Nothing exciting happened involving mailboxes?" Becky asked, thinking it was in vain.

Scoops tapped his chin with his pencil and then said, "Well, believe it or not, but, yeah,"

"Really? Whatever could it be?" she asked.

"Well, WordGirl left her phone number in my mailbox and told me to call her! I guess that's pretty out-of-the-ordinary."

"Yeah! It is!" Becky exclaimed. "So, did you call her?"

"Of course I did," he said. Becky held her breath as she listened. He continued, "She talked about the huge battle between herself and The Butcher and gave me some really cool inside details that have never before been revealed! Like, for instance, did you know that The Butcher and Lady Redundant Woman's duplicate actually fell in love? And there's so much more. That's the story I'm working on. You wouldn't believe how many different story ideas I got from talking to her! I'm hoping if we're on phone-talking terms she'll slip up eventually and I'll get her secret identity. That would he the greatest headline ever! Everyone would want to-"

"I bet she was a boring conversationalist, though, huh? Apart from all of the story ideas." Becky couldn't help interrupting, only saying that in hopes that he would object and say she was fascinating. She did love listening to him talk about writing, (or at least she told herself she did) but she was trying to find some things out, and she couldn't rest until she got some answers out of him.

Scoops raised an eyebrow. "WordGirl? Boring? No way, she talks about lots of interesting stuff." Who are you thinking of, Becky?"

That was slightly better. Of course, she was a superhero, and that made just about everything about her interesting to people whether it really was or not.

She tried something else. "How about her wordplay? I've actually heard it can be pretty lame."

She had heard that before. Personally, she thought the way she used words with double-meanings was very clever.

"She's not lame at all," Scoops said. "She's actually pretty funny."

That was close enough to what she'd been trying to get out of him. He thought she was funny. What more could she ask for?

He then said something she hadn't been expecting to hear. "Actually, I think she likes me or something," He made that face that he did when he was considering one of the latest public events, as if he were pondering whether it was important enough for a headline or not.

Becky couldn't help laughing out, "Really?" Then she realized maybe she sounded rude, when really she was just so happy he'd noticed. Or was she? "That's really cool!" she went on. "Do you know for sure that he does?"

"I don't know," Scoops said. She could tell he was about to delve into details of his latest story, only to shrug and forget any thoughts of WordGirl having romantic interest in him, so she blurted out, "Hey, I have an idea!"

"Hm?" Scoops asked.

"I dare you to get WordGirl to go for ice cream with you!" she exclaimed. She couldn't believe how great the idea was.

Scoops grinned. "Challenge accepted. And that might be the perfect atmosphere for getting her secret identity, too."

The bus had arrived at school. As Becky rose to get Bob and her backpack, she turned back to Scoops and said, "No, wait. I triple-dog dare you!" Just in case.

"That's an easy dare," Scoops said. "Who wouldn't want to get ice cream with WordGirl?"

Becky laughed. "Yeah, I know, right? I'm so jealous of you!"

"Hey! I have an idea!" Scoops said. "Maybe you could come along and videotape the whole thing so I don't miss a single word! How's that sound?"

She grimaced, thinking that if he was at all romantically interested in WordGirl, he certainly shouldn't want her tagging around with a video camera. He should want to be alone with WorGirl, right?

"Well, yeah, I don't know," Becky said, backing away. "I don't think that would work out because..." She simply trailed off, then said with a smile, "See you!" Just like she expected, he didn't notice that she didn't answer him. Sometimes it could be a relief that he didn't always pay attention to what she was saying.

But she, as WordGirl, was going for ice cream with him, and that was all that really mattered in the long run. She practically floated into school and through the day.

Okay, the end of chapter one. I'll be coming up with more, of course, so please subscribe if you like, and if you reviewed it, I'll love you forever. (Unless you say it's horrible.)

Thanks for reading! More to come!