The Story Behind My Noodleness

On a gorgeous summer day, two years ago, Mackenzie Diamond could be found. not outside basking in the warm summer heat like a normal teenager, but staring dumbstruck at a girl in the classroom of a writing camp. The girl had just proposed a nickname to her, a very silly one, but as she stood there with her mouth open it began to make sense. Sure noodles weren't as curly as her lovely brown locks, but she could see where the girl was going with it. A smile slowly spread across her face as the others silently nodded in agreement. The name fit. It was almost as if it was ment for her. She tried it out for herself. "Noodle." It had a nice ring to it. From then on, the girl with the cruly brown hair would be known as Noodle to all at the writing camp.