“I’m starting to think that we bit off more than we could chew,” Tate groaned to his friend as they wandered around the mall, notebooks in hand. It had been a long day for the two intrepid young reporters. Having entered the world of high school journalism a year late, as sophomores instead of freshmen, Tate and Justin felt like they had something to prove.
So, at the pitch meeting, they’d bypassed all the stories about the upcoming choir concert, about the football game and about the Student Council’s used clothing drive. Instead, they’d pitched a feature story, an expose of the vanity of their generation. Well, to be more precise, Tate had pitched it, and then the teacher had stuck Justin on it too, which was fine with both boys. Their teacher had been right, it’d be a lot of writing and if it got published at all – “it has to be good, and I’m not joking” – it’d be nice to see both of their names on the byline. The goal was to point out how ridiculously self-centered their peers were, always desperate for any kind of attention: posting pictures of themselves online so that people could comment “OMg your so HOTT babe