Forever

[The Tamagotchi Guardian]

'Ah, come in,' Mrs Soule, the head said after we had knocked on the door, 'I have been expecting you.' We nervously walked into the head's office. I didn't really know what to expect of the office, it was pretty normal I suppose. There was a coffee stained table about the size of, well, a coffee table with lots of paperwork on. There was a lovely pale blue carpet that I felt I shouldn't really stand on incase I made a mark. There was a door at the back of the room, behind the coffee table in which the head was sitting named 'Closet.' But most shocking of all, was the walls. There were pictures of individual pupils with tiny pieces of paper stuck to them with notes on. And then I spotted my one, it said 'Bright, intelligent, do us proud.' Mrs Soule had noticed that I was staring at these things and immediately diverted my attention to her, she must not have wanted me to see these things. 'Mr Roberts!' she yelled at the history teacher who had been sitting on one of her lovely black leather chairs the whole time. (There were 2, one for him and one for her) 'Explain to these three what they are here for!' Mr Roberts, who looked quite scared of this lady promptly replied in a sort of nervous, shaky voice, 'Y.yes m.i.sss. You three are here to make us proud. You must write a newspaper, each of you. You may employ journalists, fellow students in the school, but you must pay them, for you are starting a business. You must find things out about the school, under cover. You have to poke your nose in things that maybe you shouldn't really poke your nose in. You must produce a copy every week and sell it on the playground. You will get 10% of what you earn and we will keep the other 90%. Just imagine, queues of up to 500 kids trying to buy your newspaper!' I had been listening carefully to this and spotted a fault. 'How come we only get 10%?' Mr Roberts replied, 'Because we have taught you over the last few years, it is because of us that you are making this money. Now go! Make this newspaper, and oh, children, you will not be attending any lessons while you have enough money to make this newspaper' We then turned around and began to stroll out of the office. We were proud of what we had been chosen for. But you might be wondering, how this changed my life forever. Well, just read Part 2 and you will find out.