| "Ruby! Ruby!" My name is Indigo Musician the blue Gelert,
and I raced through the halls like a streak of blue lightning. "I have the greatest
idea!"
"This better be good, Indi," RubyRainbow333
the rainbow Uni muttered. "You startled me! You must've given me a heart attack!"
I rolled my eyes. "Do you know what this school
needs?"
"Decent cafeteria food?"
"No! A newspaper! There's always news going
on at The Golden Jubjub Elementary School. We need to keep students informed!"
Then, I noticed the ticked-off look on my friend's
face. "Are you okay, Ruby?"
Ruby sighed heavily. "My French teacher, Monsieur
Elephante gave me a C- on my essay about French cuisine. Take a look at this."
"Escargot… history of mousse… Famous French
chefs…"
"There's more on the next page," Ruby grumbled.
I turned the page. "Ruby, this is A+ work! You
put your heart and soul into this essay!"
"It's always been a topic of interest for me,"
my best friend grumbled. "But is this enough for the stubborn Elephante? No."
"This grade has to be a mistake."
"I asked about that already. He said it wasn't
a mistake."
"Rough," I replied. "Now, what do you think
of my idea?"
"Can't wait to be a part of it. Maybe I'll write
better in English than in French."
"You write fine in both languages, Ruby. Now
will you come with me when I present my idea to Principal Sterns tomorrow during
homeroom?"
"Sure."
* * *
"Mr. Sterns, sir?" Ruby and I crept silently into the creepy office. Layers
of dust as thick as my notebook covered most surfaces. The floorboards creaked
as if they were moaning. A single dim light shone upon the principal and his
papers. The lamp that the light was coming from was an old, rusty metal desk
light. But one of the most intimidating things about this office was Principal
Sterns himself.
Principle Sterns is a nasty old Buzz. His scales
are a musty, dull yellow and his eyes are like black, bottomless pits. Some
of the seventh graders say that if you look into those eyes, you're sense of
vision will never be the same. Then again, the seventh graders also say that
eating too many Milk Chocolate Chias will paint you baby. So some of their ideas
are a bit ridiculous. Nevertheless, I believed them.
"What do you want?" Mr. Sterns growled in that
menacing, throaty voice.
I cowered for a moment, and then approached
him. I tried to direct my eyes elsewhere but those dark pits were sucking them
in. "I… I…"
"Spit it out, Gelert pup! I've no room for patience!"
Sterns hollered angrily. He swept a glass paperweight off his desk and it shattered
into pieces on the floor.
"Sir…" Ruby said. Her voice wasn't shaking,
but she didn't sound strong and bold either. "Indigo has an idea… to start a
school newspaper… I think… I think this would be a good idea… an educational
experience for readers and writers alike."
A chilly wind swept through the air, bringing
with it intense anxiety. What would Mr. Sterns think of my idea?
"I cannot be bothered with such silly, trivial
matters."
"So she can't do it?" Ruby asked, enraged.
"It doesn't affect me. And thus, it does not
matter. Now be gone, before I lose my temper."
Ruby and I scurried out of there gratefully.
"I think we should ask our Reading teacher,
Mrs. Gertrude," I said. "She'd care about a newspaper. I even think she'd help
get it started!"
"I agree," Ruby gasped, winded. Unis weren't
meant to scurry.
Mrs. Gertrude was a plump blue Bruce, about
sixty years old with a sweet nature. Streaks of gray laced the brown curls of
her hair, and small round glasses framed soft blue eyes. "Brilliant idea, Indigo!"
She commended me. "I'll ask the other teachers at the next faculty meeting,
but I'm sure they'll be impressed!"
To be continued...
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