"...Newspaper Club." Trophy thought about it. Like, actually pondered it- the whole thumb-and-forefinger-to-the-chin and-looking-up thing. Newspaper Club? Doesn't sound too hard, he thought. Just write some lame article on the school talent show or that dance recital or whatever that Soap did last week, and he would be good. Despite looking like your typical jock, he was pretty decent at writing essays and shit, so this should be a piece of cake. "Doesn't sound bad- well, not as bad as the rest, I guess. Sign me up, babe." Little did he Trophy know that with those words, he would send himself down a path of events that would end up changing him forever- all thanks to the little red-headed president of the Newspaper Club. (also, the cover is a stand in until I actually have time to draw something!)
4 parts