right?â
âEveryone can write for the paper,â he said, âonce theyâre in seventh grade.â Everyone laughed.
âWait, what? So in sixth grade, nothing? Thereâs no section or kind of article or anything?â I had been waiting for this forever, and now I couldnât do it? âDo you have, like, a sports section? Maybe we could try to put together a sports . . .â
People were starting to give me looks. Like everyone should know that sixth-graders were supposed to be, what, silent or something?
âCan I speak?â Chris Sykes asked. Mr. Donovan smiled at him and gestured with his hand like,
Itâs all yours
.
âSixth-graders get involved by helping us sell advertising space. A lot of local stores have already said theyâll buy ads in the
Messenger
, but weâre always looking for new ones. We have an advertising kit you can useââ
âWhat does that have to do with journalism?â
âWhat?â Chris said, annoyed.
âI mean, I came here because I like to write. I donât like selling stuff. Iâd have started a lemonade stand or something if I wanted to sell stuff.â I was surprising myself, but there was Chris Sykes, of all people, telling me I couldnât do what Iâd been waiting to do since forever!
A few kids laughed. Chris looked pissed. âWhy donât you, then? Go open your lemonade stand.â I was waiting for him to suggest we hire vampires to squeeze the lemons.
Mr. Donovan put up his hand. Then he said, âThis newspaperâs a business. Businesses need money, funding.â
âItâs the way itâs always been,â Chris said. âWhen I was a sixth-grader, itâs what I did. Itâs how I earned my spot.â
Was I missing something? âWouldnât it make more sense to let people who are the best reporters do the reporting and the people who are the best salesmen, or those who like being salesmen, sell ads and stuff?â
I felt a shift in the room. Some kids nudged each other, a few pointed with their chins or the tops of their heads in my direction, in a not-so-positive âGet a load of that kidâ kind of way. Or maybe a âWhen is he going to shut up?â way.
It wasnât exactly the start I had imagined for my journalism career.
âI guess it would be fair to say that no sixth-grader has ever had a story in our paper. That doesnât mean itâs impossible. Just very unlikely. It takes time to learn how to write a good article. And youâre in the right place to learn. Shifting gears now,â Mr. Donovan said. âWeâre going to have to get a really early start with our first edition, because Chris and Tomas and I have decided that we are going to enter this yearâs Honorbound Newspaper Competition.â
Someone yelled out, âWhatâs that?â but my mind was already wondering why I was even here. I could be back at BTP, in the rhythm of a world I knew and loved, instead of sitting here with people who wondered why I didnât want to walk from store to store asking, âWould you like to buy an ad in our school paper?â I would have joined the Girl Scouts if I wanted to do fundraising. At least then thereâd have been good cookies.
Mmm. Thin Mints. Samoas.
Mr. Donovan kept going on about our schoolâs outdated equipment and how, if we won this competition, weâd get a whole new state-of-the-art computer setup. He said the schools that had won in the past had entered really big stories, investigative reporting kinds of things, and we might want to think big, beyond the schoolâs walls. The next meeting would be Monday.
My first thought was to skip that meetingâand all the other ones. But really, even though the whole thing kind of sucked so far, I didnât plan to take no for an answer. No other sixth-grader could have ever wanted it as much as I did. I would be the
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