The Journalist.

Chapter 1: Questionnaires?

"Please fill out this end of the year questionnaire. Be one hundred and fifty percent honest. I'm curious to know." My teacher advised.

I. DO. NOT. LIKE. QUESTIONNAIRES.

Question 1.

"What are you doing after you graduate?"

The question that almost EVERY senior gets asked, and many cannot find an answer to. I'm one of those many people. Chellane Jameson. What should I say? A nurse? No. A Bus Driver? No.

"Teacher." I hesitated to write. Lie #1. I should've said a much better answer like a journalist or something. That IS something my family wants me to do since I love to be in other peoples business. You can forget that.

"What college do you plan on attending?"

All these difficult questions!

"Spelman."

Lie #2.

Let's be honest. What college would want to accept a female with a nasty, nonchalant attitude? I don't think I have an attitude, but hey, that's what I'm told.

Question 3.

"Have you enjoyed your years as a high school student?"

I started writing with ease.

"Not really. All four years has been a rollercoaster. Many of the people here didn't want to associate themselves with me because of what they heard about my attitude. I got into a fight EVERY.SINGLE.YEAR., some teachers were just disrespectful, and the lunch was terrible. But there was also good things about my years as a high school student. The pep rallies, homecomings, basketball and football games, and my closest friends, Kianna, Kayman, and Joshua."

Truth #1.

As I rambled on in my head and onto the paper, I noticed I wrote down a special friend of mines name. Kayman. He's special because we met during junior year, and he already knows me better than anyone who's known me since I was born. No, we have nothing going on. Not that you would think that anyway.

I flipped the paper over to make sure there was not anymore questions waiting for me on the back of the sheet.

"3 questions? That's all?"

I was shocked. I stood up and turned in my sheet.

"All finished Miss Jameson?"

"If I turned my paper in, that's most likely the case." I said.

I don't mean to come off as a smart mouth. I get it from my mother. "The apple doesn't fall to far from the tree." Ain't that the truth?

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This is the first chapter to my short story, "The Journalist." Let me know what you thought about it and I will continue updating this story for you guys! As I go through the chapters, let me know what I need to fix if you happen to notice any crazy mistakes.

P.S. I will make my chapters slightly short. :)