headline ; l.h

chapter 1 ; the easy way

for the foxes - easy way

I constantly tap the keyboard keys, drastically thinking of what to post on the weekly school's newspaper. I stare at the blank word document, desperately forcing my mind to do the magic again this week. I am the president of the News Club and we are in charged of providing the students their weekly essentials. Or at least, teachers. Let's be honest here. No one really has the time to spend their money on something they don't find interesting.

"Ugh, what are we going to post for next week?" I hid my face in the palm of my hands in frustration.

"I don't even know anymore. I'm so close to giving up on this shitty club." Katie rolls her eyes as she throws last weeks's newspaper in the trash can.

"Please don't give up, Katie. I still need you. We still need you." I shut my laptop off and slid it in my bag.

"Look, we don't even have any interesting stories to write anymore. No one even bothers to enter their poems for our newspaper, and most importantly, no one even bothers to buy and read this piece of shit." Katie sternly says. She's the vice president of this club and she has all the right to complain. We've been struggling to keep up with weekly news.

"What are we going to do about this nightmare?" I sigh loudly.

"The best thing we could do now is give up." Her words makes my heart sting. After three years of writing for the school newspapers, we can't give up now. The school year is nearly ending. "I don't know, I'll think about what to do. But if I can't think of anything, i'm sorry, we can't do anything about it." She stood up from her arm chair and gave me a sympathetic look.

"Thanks, at least you're trying." I gave her a peck on the cheek and then I stand up, preparing myself for my next class. The bell rang loudly, signaling me to go to drama class. We parted ways as soon as we got out of the newsroom and I quickly made my way to drama class.

The way to drama class is completely awful. A lot of people took their break so they're scattered, blocking and crowding the hallway.

I finally reach my destination. As I push the 5 pound wooden door with all my might, I hear Mr. Babineaux babbling about his acting career. The heavy wooden door clashes with the wall, making a loud unwanted noise, causing to get the attention of many.

"Good morning, Ms. Hawthorne. Why are you late? Again?" Mr. Babineaux rolls his eyes at the thought.

"Oh I apologize, Mr. Babineaux. I was working on next week's newspaper." I squirm in where I stand, nervously thinking of what he is going to say next.

"I know, Ms. Hawthorne. But please do know that you have other commitments like drama class than just an extra curricular activity. This is 5% of your final grade, Emilia." He sighs in disappointment. "Take a seat already, would you?" I nod and awkwardly take a seat on the wooden armchair at the back of the classroom.

I secretly take out my news notebook and began scribbling notes. I can hear Mr. Babineaux talk about eye contact and techniques to get into the audience's hearts, but I won't listen to his shit anymore.

"Casey Higgins made out with Hugh Patricks behind the school building a month ago?" A whisper emerged. I immediately look to my right to see Luke Hemmings eyeing my scribbled notes. "This stuff is gold, I need to start reading the newspaper now." He gives me a big smile.

"Uh.. I didn't publish that story. My club mates reported that to me." I gave him a small smile, not knowing what to say next. "Aren't you Casey's ex-boyfriend?" I kindly ask like I don't even know what's going on with their lives.

"Damn sure I am. But who cares anyway. She's in the past." He silently replies with his arms crossed on this chest and his legs streched out in front of him.