taking the bait.â
âThirty-second rule,â said Mary Patrick with a shrug. âI know itâs supposed to be five seconds, but I make an exception for chocolate.â
âWhatâs going on?â I asked her.
Mary Patrick picked a piece of lint off the candy. âIâm surprised youâre not all racing to the front to see the first issue of the Lincoln Log . Most newbies usually do.â
I glanced at my teammates in confusion.
âThe short issue? Why would we care? Weâre not in it.â
It was Mary Patrickâs turn to look confused. âMrs. H gave me your pieces last Friday, andthey went to the printers, along with everything else.â
Instantly, our table was abuzz.
âWhat pieces?â demanded Tim.
âWe didnât turn in any pieces!â I added.
âAre you sure they were our pieces?â asked Heather.
âShe didnât take the pieces from the video, did she?â Vanessa clapped a hand to her forehead.
Mary Patrick thrust out her hands to silence us. âEveryone stop saying pieces ! Itâs making me think of Reeseâs Pieces and the fact that I donât have any!â
Mrs. H hurried over. âWhat is all the fuss about, staffers? This is highly unprofessional newsroom behavior.â
âMary Patrick said you turned in our advice column on Friday, but we didnât give you any material,â I told her.
She smiled and opened her arms with aflourish. âSurprise! We were going to wait until the first full week of school, but after that video . . . mishapââshe smiled politelyââI thought it might be better to show youâve got what it takes now . So I used your practice material that Mary Patrick shared from the second day of class!â Mrs. H cocked her head. âYou donât seem as happy as I thought youâd be.â
Heather cleared her throat. âI think we wanted a little more time toââ
âYou published my Sir Stinks a Lot piece?â Timâs voice came out as a squeak. âThat was meant to be funny!â
âAnd it was!â Mrs. H placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. âBut it was also sound advice.â
He sighed and banged his forehead on the desk. âOw.â
âMrs. H is right,â I said. âEven though they were just practice, we still did a good job. And our column can use all the positive exposure itcan get.â I nodded approvingly.
âGlad you feel that way!â she said, beaming. âBecause I thought it might be nice to have our staffers personally distribute this issue.â
She beckoned across the room, where two guys waited with stacks of newspapers wrapped in twine. One of them grabbed a bundle in each hand and made his way to our table.
Despite our earlier cries of protest, Tim, Heather, Vanessa, and I couldnât help staring in awe. The smell of the news ink hit me, and I wriggled a copy of the Lincoln Log out from under the twine.
âGuys, weâre in here,â I said in a voice barely above a whisper. âOur names in print.â
âWell, donât just stare at the headlines. Find our page!â Vanessa spread the paper on the table, and we all lunged for it at once.
âCareful!â said Heather. âYouâll rip it.â
The paper rustled as I searched and finallyspotted the corner of Gilâs horoscope, which meant . . .
âOur column!â I crowed, smoothing the pages flat.
âLook, thereâs me!â Vanessa jabbed at her name. âOoh, Iâve got to get a pic of this!â She reached for her purse, but Mrs. H stopped her.
To be honest, Iâd momentarily forgotten she was there.
âIâll be sure to save a few copies for you to take home to your parents,â Mrs. H said with a smile. âFor now, letâs focus on this weekâs advice, and Iâll give you time at the end of class to hand out the Lincoln Log