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Chapter 13 - Cliques Are Like My Responsibility

Chapter 13 - Cliques Are Like My Responsibility

"Ms Reagan." I whine. "Why do I have to continue with this project?"

She rolls her eyes and sits back in her office chair, typing away not even noticing I'm still here waiting for an answer.

When Ms Reagan told me to do an article about the cheerleaders on the first week, they had to reschedule because they had a competition they needed to be ready for.

After that I thought I had the good news of not doing it but unfortunately, Ashley just can't wait to see me or her fake face on the paper. Basically I just want to get this project over and done with so I can go interview the football team. Now that would be way better.

"I'm sorry Frances but you have been given it to write about." Ms Reagan says. "And if you give it to anyone else, they'll simply say no."

I walk over to the file cabinet and open it up to find Ashley's. "Can't I rip it up?"

"Frances, I know you dislike the cheerleaders because they're running around like barbies and all but-" She sighs. "I just want you to get this over and done with so Ashley can simply stop putting in requests for her face to make front cover."

I find Ashley's document and turn my head towards Ms Reagan. "But why me?"

"Fran. Your one of my top journalists and your work is amazing plus we're good friends too." Ms Reagan smiles. "Like seriously stop calling me by my teachers name and call me Carly."

I smile back to her and walk over to her desk. Sitting down on the plush arm chair and sticking my nose in the profile. "So when does this take place, Carly?"

"After school at their practice. Remember to grab the information about the competition, tryouts and the squad." Carly points her pen at me before shoving some maltesers down her gob.

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It's okay Frances. You can do this even though you hate them so much, just think that if you do this you won't have to this again, I say to myself.

Honestly, I'm always getting myself worked up about things that don't even matter. And some of them are really silly to be worked up about anyways.

Like for example, the cheerleaders. I'm getting all nervous and scared of what it's going to turn out like.

But all they want is for they're face to be on the front cover of the schools paper so all I have to do is take a photo of them and publish it onto the front cover.

School has just ended signalling all the students to go home from this boring place. Some hanging around, others taking drugs or making out with their boyfriends/girlfriends but basically they're all moving over to the football field to watch the schools star football team and the worlds winners cheerleaders.

I make my way over, trying not to slip in these non-gripping boots. Tucking a loose curl behind my ear, I go over some topics and questions for them in my folder.

While looking down at them, I trip over a step falling backwards; expecting that I would just crash on the ground and probably embarrassing myself, I don't.

Instead, I'm facing the gloomy sky almost sideways and having a warm arm support my back so I don't fall back down.

I look up at the person who caught me and I roll my eyes. "Thanks Nate." I mutter, giving him a grateful smile.

Nathan chuckles back and hauls me to feet. "Anytime, Frannie Boo."

Instead of giving a remark back to him, I kneel down on the cold cement and pick up my folder, camera and essentials. Thank god I had a safety case on the camera other wise it would've been completely smashed or at least with a crack.