= Prologue =
"It would be so cool to go backpacking in Europe. Jacob and I have always wanted to see all the cool shit that's over there."
I set aside another mediocre poem, not really listening to Mallory as she goes on beside me. Over the years, I've gotten good at blocking out her lofty tangents.
"Yeah, Mal." I only say this to sound like I'm paying attention.
"I hear Ireland's beautiful this time of year..."
Mallory keeps talking about fields and hostels and other things I have no interest in, oblivious to the fact that I've tuned her out completely.
I love Mallory, but sometimes I wish she wasn't the editor-in-chief of the paper.
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Author's Note:
Hi ya'll! I know this isn't very interesting, but if you click on to the next chapter, everything will start to make a lot more sense and maybe (hopefully!) get a little more interesting! I'll probably talk about myself a little more in the next chapter's author's note, just for your information.
Please keep reading!
Madison ✳
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FanfictionRuby Wickham finds herself in the predicament of a lifetime when the editor-in-chief of the Dunbar High Chronicle abandons her position via email late one night, volunteering Ruby to pick up pieces and keep the paper running. She goes from average j...
