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Spinelli Woods, Esq: Glad ya like, keep reading!
angel9220042004: Thanks, hope ya stay with me!
A/N: I will be out of town for college orientation on Wednesday (June 2) and on Thursday, so I won't be posting on either of those days. So please be patient, and continue to read!
Chapter Ten: Going to the Press
The next day after school, T.J. along with Vince and Ashley Q drove in Vince's Grand Am to the Townsedge Chronicle "headquarters". Almost everyone had written up an editorial letter to stick in Friday's paper. Upon reaching the main building, everyone climbed out of the car and walked in through the front door. T.J. and Vince were suprised at how nice and orderly...and BIG...the place was. Ashley Q rolled her eyes and said impatiently,
"Let's just hurry up and do this before anyone recognizes me with you two."
"Why, ashamed to be with us?" Vince asked her in a smart-aleck tone. "It WAS your idea to do this you know."
T.J. decided not to press the argument. "Where's the editorial center?"
"Like, how should I know, I don't work here," Ashley Q remarked, as if he had asked a dumb question.
"The editorial section I believe is down the hall and is the first door on the right," a familiar voice rang out behind them.
The trio turned around only to find Menlo, former secretarial assistant of Third Street Elementary, and the boys in particular were shocked to find him there...in a janitorial outfit and carrying a mop with a bucket.
"Menlo?" Vince asked him. "You work here? As a janitor?"
"I would've thought you'd be a typist or something," T.J. added, a little confused. "Why the heck are you janitor?"
"Because, you dim-witted duo," Menlo started, straightening is square- framed glasses on his face. "It appeared that my neat-freak ways are of more use to me than anything here. Besides I'm not very fast at typing."
"Uh, whatever you say, man," Vince told him, starting to back off. Menlo always kind of gave him the creeps. "Thanks for the info."
"No problem," the boy smiled, then continued to mop the area he was presently at.
The three of them went down the hall as Menlo had said, then stopped at the first door on the right. A sign on the door read "Editorials" in gold letters. Obviously, they were at the right place.
"Well, aren't you going to knock?" Ashley Q asked with a bit of a growl.
"I was just going to," T.J. glared, getting tired of her already. He raised his fist and knocked on the door three times before getting an answer.
"Yeah, yeah, just a sec!" another familiar voice said from behind the door.
Vince was the first to recognize it, then buried his face in his left hand. "Oh no, you have to be kidding me."
Before T.J. had a chance to ask Vince what his deal was, the door swung open, and the guy in charge of editorials asked tiredly, "What can I do for—LaSalle?!"
Vince blew his breath. "Hello, Lawson."
T.J. couldn't believe his eyes. Lawson working in a newspaper company? Or even stranger, in the editorials department?
"Whoa, what's up with you working in the paper?" T.J. asked him, shifting his stack of letters to the right hand.
"Did you come all the way out here to ask that?" Lawson glared, regretting having opened the door.
"No, we came out here to have these letters to the editor put in Friday's paper," Ashley Q explained with a little edge in her voice. Then out of curiosity, "How on earth did you manage to get a job with my dad's paper?"
"That's not exactly any of your business," Lawson muttered.
"Man, I figured you'd be running the sports section if anything," T.J. commented, still not having got over this present shock.
"I WAS, but I got so sick of typing LaSalle's name every five minutes, I switched over to editorials." He shot a dirty look at Vince. "But I guess it was better to type it than get visited by the guy in person."
Vince rolled his eyes. "Listen, since you're in charge, just print these up."
Lawson then noticed the three stacks of letters the kids were holding. "What's up with this? What's all the letters for?"
T.J. answered that. "Let us inside and we'll tell ya."
Hmm, so Lawson works at the newspaper company! Who saw THAT coming? Lol, will he help them out or end up being the jerk he was as a kid? Keep reading to find out!
Spinelli Woods, Esq: Glad ya like, keep reading!
angel9220042004: Thanks, hope ya stay with me!
A/N: I will be out of town for college orientation on Wednesday (June 2) and on Thursday, so I won't be posting on either of those days. So please be patient, and continue to read!
Chapter Ten: Going to the Press
The next day after school, T.J. along with Vince and Ashley Q drove in Vince's Grand Am to the Townsedge Chronicle "headquarters". Almost everyone had written up an editorial letter to stick in Friday's paper. Upon reaching the main building, everyone climbed out of the car and walked in through the front door. T.J. and Vince were suprised at how nice and orderly...and BIG...the place was. Ashley Q rolled her eyes and said impatiently,
"Let's just hurry up and do this before anyone recognizes me with you two."
"Why, ashamed to be with us?" Vince asked her in a smart-aleck tone. "It WAS your idea to do this you know."
T.J. decided not to press the argument. "Where's the editorial center?"
"Like, how should I know, I don't work here," Ashley Q remarked, as if he had asked a dumb question.
"The editorial section I believe is down the hall and is the first door on the right," a familiar voice rang out behind them.
The trio turned around only to find Menlo, former secretarial assistant of Third Street Elementary, and the boys in particular were shocked to find him there...in a janitorial outfit and carrying a mop with a bucket.
"Menlo?" Vince asked him. "You work here? As a janitor?"
"I would've thought you'd be a typist or something," T.J. added, a little confused. "Why the heck are you janitor?"
"Because, you dim-witted duo," Menlo started, straightening is square- framed glasses on his face. "It appeared that my neat-freak ways are of more use to me than anything here. Besides I'm not very fast at typing."
"Uh, whatever you say, man," Vince told him, starting to back off. Menlo always kind of gave him the creeps. "Thanks for the info."
"No problem," the boy smiled, then continued to mop the area he was presently at.
The three of them went down the hall as Menlo had said, then stopped at the first door on the right. A sign on the door read "Editorials" in gold letters. Obviously, they were at the right place.
"Well, aren't you going to knock?" Ashley Q asked with a bit of a growl.
"I was just going to," T.J. glared, getting tired of her already. He raised his fist and knocked on the door three times before getting an answer.
"Yeah, yeah, just a sec!" another familiar voice said from behind the door.
Vince was the first to recognize it, then buried his face in his left hand. "Oh no, you have to be kidding me."
Before T.J. had a chance to ask Vince what his deal was, the door swung open, and the guy in charge of editorials asked tiredly, "What can I do for—LaSalle?!"
Vince blew his breath. "Hello, Lawson."
T.J. couldn't believe his eyes. Lawson working in a newspaper company? Or even stranger, in the editorials department?
"Whoa, what's up with you working in the paper?" T.J. asked him, shifting his stack of letters to the right hand.
"Did you come all the way out here to ask that?" Lawson glared, regretting having opened the door.
"No, we came out here to have these letters to the editor put in Friday's paper," Ashley Q explained with a little edge in her voice. Then out of curiosity, "How on earth did you manage to get a job with my dad's paper?"
"That's not exactly any of your business," Lawson muttered.
"Man, I figured you'd be running the sports section if anything," T.J. commented, still not having got over this present shock.
"I WAS, but I got so sick of typing LaSalle's name every five minutes, I switched over to editorials." He shot a dirty look at Vince. "But I guess it was better to type it than get visited by the guy in person."
Vince rolled his eyes. "Listen, since you're in charge, just print these up."
Lawson then noticed the three stacks of letters the kids were holding. "What's up with this? What's all the letters for?"
T.J. answered that. "Let us inside and we'll tell ya."
Hmm, so Lawson works at the newspaper company! Who saw THAT coming? Lol, will he help them out or end up being the jerk he was as a kid? Keep reading to find out!