The first day of school is tricky when you have a double-A name. Teachers always make you do stuff first. I would know. My name is Ava Acevedo.
My life would be way easier if I had a double-Z name, like fifth-grader Zoey Zabner. Everything about Zoey is cool, including her name. She can skateboard. She makes her own earrings. People say she ate a worm in first grade. Don’t ask me why that makes her cool, but somehow it does.
“Ava Acevedo,” my teacher calls. She’s holding a piece of paper with a list on it. My name is at the top. Ugh. “You’re going to be our first messenger,” she says.
“Great,” I say, even though this is not great. This is the farthest thing from great. This is terrible. Last year when I was the messenger, I got super lost.
I wish I had a B name. I bet Becca Baker will get to do something fun, like take care of our class fish, Cheese. Don’t ask me why his name is Cheese. No one knows.