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Stop the Presses!
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Author: Rachel Wise
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“Mr. Trigg asked me to cover the big student government event on Wednesday. Want to help?”
    â€œThe Green Team?” Michael asked. “Sure, I’d like to work on that story. You might have to take on more of the reporting, though. Between baseball practice and homework, I don’t have a lot of spare time. Is that okay?”
    â€œI can do that,” I said. “But what do you mean, the Green Team?”
    â€œI figured your best bud, Hailey, already told you all about it.” Michael laughed. “That’s the big ‘secret’ event they have planned. Anthony and Hailey have started a Green Team, and they’re going to talk about ways that students can work together to make the school more environmentally friendly.”
    â€œOh, that Green Team,” I said, trying to cover. “I think Hailey mentioned it, but I was too busy with other stuff to pay attention. Anyway, what’s your question?”
    â€œIt’s not a big deal; just forget it,” Michael said.
    â€œCome on. That’s not fair,” I said. “Spill.”
    â€œI just had a question about Dear Know-It-All,” Michael said.
    â€œWhy would you think I would be able to answer it?” I asked.
    I had always suspected that Michael was onto my Dear Know-It-All identity, and it looked like he might be ready to put me on the spot right now. I had promised Mr. Trigg that I would never reveal to anyone my work on the column, even my closest friends. Even Hailey. Only Mr. Trigg and my mom knew. Help!
    â€œI don’t know, just a suspicion that you might have some pull with Mr. Trigg,” Michael asked.
    â€œNow you’re really confusing me,” I said.
    â€œI’m sorry, it’s . . . it’s really dumb,” Michael stammered. “And I’m not even asking for me. . . . It’s for a friend.”
    â€œOf course,” I said. “So what does your friend want to know?”
    â€œOh, well he—I mean she—was wondering if it would be possible to get a letter back after itwas submitted. You know, privately, between the letter writer and Dear Know-It-All. Before it was put in the Voice .”
    â€œGee, Michael. I honestly don’t know the answer,” I said. “Maybe your friend will get lucky. Dear Know-It-All only answers one letter an issue. Your friend’s letter might never even get published. But I can ask Mr. Trigg if you don’t want to.”
    â€œThat’s okay, but thanks,” Michael said. “I think she just regretted what she wrote after she had time to think about it.”
    â€œWell, it’s all anonymous, so the good news is that even if it does get into the Voice , no one will ever know that she wrote it.”
    â€œYeah, I’ll remind her of that,” he said. “So do you want to meet at lunchtime to go over questions we have about the Green Team story?”
    â€œSounds like a plan,” I said.
    Michael was still leaning against the locker, and he leaned in a little closer so that his cheek was brushing against my hair. Was it an accident? I held my breath. I wondered if he could smellmy shampoo. I think it smelled pretty good, like strawberries.
    â€œLater, Pasty,” he whispered before walking away.
    I would have collapsed into a puddle on the hallway floor, but I knew I couldn’t risk being the talk of the lunchroom, especially today. What was up with that, though?
    I’ve known Michael since kindergarten, and while he’s always been absolutely adorable, he’s also always been a supernice guy. Sometimes I think he likes me. And sometimes I think he forgets I exist. It gets complicated.
    But did he just kind of try to whisper in my ear? That’s so not Michael’s style. A smooth operator like Danny Stratham, sure. Michael Lawrence, definitely not. He’s the type of guy who will bake you cinnamon buns and then offer you a napkin to wipe the
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