𝑬𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝑴í𝒂 | ᴮᵒʸ ᴹᵉᵉᵗˢ ᵂᵒʳˡᵈ

52: Truth Hurts

"Next, we meet our own cafeteria lady, the ever cheerful, Bertha Von Bulow." Cory said as he walked over to the lunch lady who was far from cheerful. "Bertha, the former nanny to the Gorbechev family, now prepares delectable Russian treats here at John Adams High. Her specialty- red square Jell-O."

"Hey, Adriana-Camila, want to be in Pictures?" Shawn asked as he panned the camera over to me.

"Get back to the Jell-O, Shawn." I replied. He turned the camera back to Cory as he took a bite of the jelly. "Freedom never tasted so good." Cory said into the camera.

Mr. William's turned off the TV and turned to the class.

"Hunter, Matthews, wake up." He said. "We gotta watch your report, you gotta watch it." "But it stinks." Shawn muttered. "Mr. Williams doesn't know it stinks." Cory replied. "Oh, he knows." Mr. Williams responded.

"Well, I, for one, think the students have a right to know how their food is prepared." Topanga said. "Cory did an excellent report."

"Adriana, what did you think?" Shawn asked me. "I think you did a good job at capturing my good side every time you panned to me." I answered.

"Matthews, Hunter, you got yourselves some good women." Mr. Williams said. "But the assignment was to find me a news story. Now, how is Jell-O news?" "When it's used for evil." Shawn replied.

"People, in my years as a news producer, I learned two things, alright. You gotta tell the truth and make it interesting. You gotta find a grabber." Mr. Williams said. "Now, you two keep that in mind as you re-do your assignment."

"Re-do?" Shawn questioned. "Oh, come on, Mr. Williams. Everybody knows media arts is supposed to be an easy A." Cory smacked his arm. "Maybe he doesn't know that." "Oh, he knows." Mr. Williams whispered back as he sat the tape on Cory's desk.

"Now, people, we go on the air in four days. There's no reason why we can't have a great broad cast." "Mr. Williams, it's just public access. I mean, we're on after the origami lady." Cory said.

"Actually, she's amazing. She can fold up her body and make herself into a ship." Topanga responded. "How?" I questioned while trying not to picture it. "Well, ain't nothing wrong with that." Shawn commented.

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Cory and I headed over to Shawn's place. I rang the doorbell, and he opened the door frantically. "You guys are late." He said. "For what?" I asked as Shawn took the tripod from under my arm.

"Put the camera over here." He said as he went over near the kitchen. "What's going on?" Cory asked. "It's perfect. Exactly what Mr. Williams asked for." He headed over towards the window. "Across the street, third floor, second window on the right."

"Well, what is it? A robbery? A sniper? A hostage situation? What?" Cory asked, setting up the camera. "It's better." "Shawn, unless there's something like... I don't know a woman dancing in a towel, I don't see how..."

We turned and looked out the window. "There's a woman dancing in a towel." Cory murmured. "You two aren't seriously gonna use this for your project, right? Why can't you just tackle a topic like how rain can affect the trailerpark and ways to prevent it like Topanga and I did?" I asked.

"No can do, Adriana-Camila. She does this every day at five thirty. I mean, you could set your watch by her." Shawn said. "Why would you do that?" Cory asked. "Cor, it's just an expression." "Yeah, but why would you not just call that number that gives the time? I mean, sure, it's thirty-five cents, but it's based on the-" "Cory, there's a woman dancing in a towel!" Shawn exclaimed, stopping his rant.