Late Edition by Rachel Wise

Author:Rachel Wise
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Simon Spotlight

At Michael’s, I laid out all of the research I had done to date on sleep and printing, as well as my list of questions for Mr. Dunleavy. Michael and I were all business after our little sidewalk chat, and I think it was comforting to us both to fall back into that routine and that way of talking to each other. That way we didn’t have to deal with all that other awkward stuff.

“Okay, here’s what I have so far on sleep . . . ,” I began.

“Wait. Don’t you think we should do the science project first?” asked Michael.

I cocked my head. “Well, we were assigned the article first,” I reasoned.

“Yes, but the science project is for a grade. It’s academic. I think it kind of beats the extracurricular.”

“Hmm,” I said. He had a point. “But it is optional. . . .”

“Yes, but we have opted to do it,” pressed Michael.

I thought for a minute. “What’s the worst thing that could happen if we don’t hand in the article on time?” I asked.

“We let down Mr. Trigg, but he already loves us,” said Michael with a shrug and a little grin. “And they run a file article in our place and our story runs the following week.”

“Or sometime in the future when they need to fill a hole,” I said snippily. “A file article!”

“Paste, I’m not sure what you have against file articles, but it can’t be all breaking news all the time. Life just isn’t like that.”

“Mine is!” I said.

“That is a pretty stressful way to lead your life. Is that the kind of reporter you want to be? Like a war zone correspondent?”

I hesitated for a fraction of a second and then I nodded vigorously, but Michael spied the hesitation and pounced. “You seriously want to be living out of a backpack in the Middle East or Africa, fearing for your life, trying to file stories over crummy and unreliable Internet while you wonder if your sources are still alive?”

I just stared at him. “How do you know so much about that life?”

“I’ve read about it, seen movies, TV shows. I thought about it. But that is not the life for me. I’d rather challenge the bad guys here in the good old US of A.” He grinned. “But I couldn’t live with the day to day stress of a war zone. Anyway, I need my sleep and my creature comforts.”

“Yeah, like your cinnamon buns!” I teased.

“Exactly.”

I put my chin in my hand and thought about it for a minute. “I guess I just want to be at the forefront of where the action is. I like the urgency of a hot story.”

“I get that. But it doesn’t mean that every week has to be like that. It’s so stressful and you’ll kill yourself trying to make deadlines. It’s like writing a column! Always trying to think up something clever or relevant on deadline. Something fresh. It would be horrible for me.”

I almost blurted, “Tell me about it!” but I caught myself in the nick of time and managed a noncommittal, “Yeah.

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