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The Neopian Times Week 79 > New Series > The Student Journals

The Student Journals

by ridergirl333

"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...

Previous Episodes

The Student Journals: Part Two

The Student Journals: Part Three

The Student Journals: Part Four

The Student Journals: Part Five

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