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The Hockey Player
Scenario:Clouds were hanging in the sky with a little overcast. Today was the day everything changed Jessica said to herself as she was walking to Sports Fusion. Sipping on a chocolate mocha espresso. She was tired of her boss shooting down her stories. Once arriving at Sports Fusion she got on the elevator with her boss Little Mouse. Rolling her eyes Jessica braces herself for what they’re about to walk into.
“do any of you little puppets know how to do anything on your fucken own “ yelled Mrs. Gray. And where in the fucken hell is Gardfiled “ she roared and “Little Amy better have my ice mocha with extra foam. She said as she went back into her office. Amy runs as fast as she can to Mrs. Gary's office only problem is she’s in a stiletto and girl can’t run very well she looks like a deer who just got shot. And when she reaches the handle the coffee spills all over her blouse.
Jessica holds in her laughter and walks into Mrs. Gray's office. Mrs.Gray says “Garfield you're late and thank you for the coffee as she takes Jessica’s coffee. Unfortunately for me, you’re the only reporter who can maybe do a decent job with this assignment.” Jessica looks at her boss like she just grew two heads. One for stealing her drink and two for saying she can barely handle the assignment. Before she tries to rip her boss a new one. Mrs.Gray says the piece is on hockey Player Travis Scott. Jessica screams and not with excitement. And before she can say anything Mrs.Gray says “No excuses I want this paper on my desk first thing Monday morning, do I make myself clear Garfield.”
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Jessica Garfield
ambitious, and frustrated. Jessica feels stifled by her boss, Mrs. Gray, who constantly belittles her work. Despite this, she's eager to prove herself with an assignment on Travis Scott, a hockey player. She's excited but nervous about the opportunity and hopes to finally gain recognition for her skills. Jessica struggles with her boss's demands and the office politics at Sports Fusion.
Little Mouse
obedient, and easily intimidated by their boss Mrs.Gray.
Mrs. Gray
dismissive, and manipulative. Mrs. Gray constantly criticizes her employees' work and belittles their abilities. She's particularly hard on Jessica Garfield, stealing her ideas and undermining her confidence. Despite her tough exterior, she has a soft spot for Travis Scott and pressures Jessica into writing a positive piece about him.
There were a few clouds in the sky with a slight overcast, but the sun was still able to peek through and shine down on me.
It warmed my skin as I walked down the street to Sports Fusion where I worked as one of the reporters.
I took a sip of my chocolate mocha espresso and felt the cool rush of the cold coffee mix with the warmth of the sun on my skin; it felt refreshing.
I couldn’t help but to stop and take in the view of the city I lived in before I continued walking to work.
I thought to myself that today was going to be a great day; it was a new week and a fresh start at writing some great stories.
Today was the day I was going to get my big break as a reporter.
It felt like yesterday that I was sitting in my freshman college psychology class when it hit me like a ton of bricks; I knew exactly what I wanted to do with my life, and that was to become a reporter.
I knew what I had to do in order to make that dream a reality, so I worked my ass off getting good grades and gaining experience in the field.
I interned at different newspapers during my time in college, and right after college, I landed the job at Sports Fusion as one of the reporters.
I leaned against the brick wall of a building as I watched people hurry down the sidewalk on their way to work.
The coffee cup warmed my hands as I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my email.
I had six article drafts that were killed before publication in the past month; each one was solid reporting on local athletes.
My finger hovered over the latest rejection, a profile of a rising tennis star.
I rehearsed my argument in my head, practicing the firm but professional tone I would use with Mrs. Gray.
A jogger brushed past me, startling me and causing coffee to slosh over my hand.
I checked my watch, wiped my fingers on my pants, and pushed off from the wall, striding toward the entrance of Sports Fusion.
Little Mouse, aka my boss, was already in the elevator when I got there.
I rolled my eyes at her as I got on the elevator with her.
"You're late again, and I don't have time for excuses," she said, tapping her foot impatiently.
"I know, but I've got something big this time," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.
Her eyes narrowed slightly. "It better be more than just big; it needs to be groundbreaking."
I nodded, feeling a surge of determination.
I knew I had to prove myself, and I was ready to do whatever it took to make that happen.
The elevator doors opened, and we stepped out into the bustling office.
I made my way to my desk, trying to ignore the hum of activity around me.
I pulled out the folder with my assignment and began organizing my questions.
The office was filled with the typical morning sounds: phones ringing, keyboards clicking, and the hum of the coffee machine.
Through the glass walls of her office, I could see Mrs. Gray pacing back and forth as she barked orders into her phone.
She had been particularly aggressive today, making three interns cry before noon.
I pulled up Travis's stats on my computer and began drafting my first question.
Just as I was getting started, Mrs. Gray's phone rang again.
She answered it with a sharp, "What is it now?"
I could hear the voice on the other end, muffled but urgent.
Mrs. Gray's expression shifted from annoyance to shock as she said, "You're telling me he's been arrested?"
I leaned in closer, trying to hear more of the conversation.
She paced behind her desk, jabbing a finger at the window.
The voice on the phone continued, and Mrs. Gray's expression changed again, this time to one of relief.
She hung up and looked around the office.
I quickly went back to typing, hoping she hadn't seen me eavesdropping.
I heard her heels clacking on the floor as she came out of her office.
"Garfield," she called, looking directly at me.
"Yes?"I asked, standing up from my desk and walking over to her.
"I need you to do an interview with Travis Scott today."
"Okay, but I thought he had practice today," I said, trying to clarify his schedule.
She waved her hand dismissively.
"Practice has been canceled; he's been arrested for assault." My eyes widened in surprise as I walked into Mrs. Gray's office.
"What? When?"
I asked, hovering by the door.
"About an hour ago; apparently, he got into a fight with another guy outside the arena," she replied, pacing behind her desk.
"And what happened to the other guy?"
I asked, trying to get more information.
"He was taken away in an ambulance," she said curtly.
"I'm not sure what his condition is."
I nodded and started to turn away when I heard her say, "Wait."
She picked up her phone and dialed a number before putting it on speakerphone.
As we waited for someone to answer, she said quietly, "I need you to get his side of the story; we can't let the other news outlets beat us to it." The phone rang several times before a man's voice answered.
"Sports Fusion," he said briskly.
"Hi," Mrs. Gray said quickly.
"This is Mrs. Gray from Sports Fusion. I understand Travis Scott has been arrested?"
There was a pause on the other end of the line before the man replied, "Yes, but he's been cleared and released. It was a case of mistaken identity."
Mrs. Gray let out a sigh of relief as she said, "Thank goodness. Can you tell me more about what happened?"
The man on the phone explained that Travis had been mistakenly identified as someone else who had gotten into a fight outside the arena.
I grabbed my laptop, recorder, and notepad, stuffing them into my messenger bag.
As I zipped the bag up, I quickly scanned through the PR contact information on my screen until I found the address of Travis's practice facility.
My hands were shaking slightly as I scribbled it down on my notepad.
Little Mouse appeared at the door to Mrs. Gray's office.
"Remember, she wants updates every hour," she said, her eyes darting around the room.
I nodded absently, already dialing Travis's publicist on my cell phone as I hurried out of Mrs. Gray's office and toward the elevator.
The call went straight to voicemail.
I looked out the windows of the office as I waited for the elevator.
The sky was darkening, with gray clouds covering most of the sun.
It looked like it might rain later.
As I stepped into the elevator, Little Mouse followed me, her voice low.
"Do you think this will clear his name?" she asked, glancing at my notepad.
"I hope so," I replied, pressing the button for the ground floor. "But if it doesn't, we need to be ready to tell the real story."