13hello again! i've started another story! okay this one is random to but i was watching Get A Clue and just had to write this! okay i hope you dont hate me for doing the whole story and plot line of Get A Clue! (its changed here and there though)
disclaimer: I don't own Daa! Daa! Daa! or Get A Clue (just this fanfic:3)
Get A Clue
Chapter 1: Junior Jouralist
New York City: the statue of Liberty (which is actually in New Jersey), the many tall buildings, the hundreds of thousand people, the yellow taxi cabs, the stores.
The Manhattan scene brings us to one certain apartment building, where one girl slept. Her room was dazzling and in style. Her CDs, cell phone, and make-up were on her dresser. Her desk had a cute computer with mini-green feather scarf glue onto its rim. Stationary and picture frames with pictures of her friends and family. On her clothes hanger was a cute outfit ready for the day.
A cute girl, who had long, light blonde hair, slept in her bed. She turned slightly toward her nightstand. On her nightstand was a picture of her and her mom, her phone, and some jewelry. Her phone rang and she tossed in bed. It kept beeping, so she sat up and put her head set on for her phone.
"Hey, there sunshine!" The voice on the other line said.
"Morning, Aya." She said and smiled at her friend's voice. She closed her eyes and moved her shoulders to wake up.
"Awake yet?" Her best friend Aya asked.
She opened her eyes. "Now, I am." She pulled the covers of her and got out of bed. She walked over to her desk and turned on her computer. When it turned on, she clicked a program and waited it for it to load. After a few seconds it loaded and window came up. She dragged it and made it bigger. On the screen was a girl that had her PJs on and had black hair in to small braids.
The blonde appeared on Aya's screen as she said, "Hey!"
Aya waved and replied, "Hi!"
"So what's your outfit du jour?" The blonde asked.
"I've narrowed it down to two! Ready?" Aya asked.
The blonde nodded.
Aya got up and grabbed the first one. It was a blue sporty looking shirt and a baby blue skirt.
The blonde made a face and said, "Hmm. Don't care much for that one."
"Okay…." Aya sighed and put that outfit down. "There's this timeless ensemble." She said and picked up the next one. It was a super cute shirt with different colors and sizes of stripes and a skirt with different color stripes.
The blonde chuckled slightly. "Now that one I can borrow. It's tres cute."
"You think?" She said and looked at the outfit.
"Most defiantly." The blonde told her. "Okay. My turn." She got up. Aya placed the outfit back on her bed and waited for her friend to get her outfit. The blonde came back with a white shirt with a gold number 10 on it with a baby blue jacket and cute stylish pants with purple and green and other colors on it.
"Three words." Aya said. "Fab-u-lous!"
"Thanks, Aya!" She said.
"See you." Aya said. "You know where."
"As always!" She said and waved bye and Aya waved back. The blonde walked over to her body length mirror and held up her outfit in front of herself as she giggled. She spun around and smiled as the song "Hollywood", by the Jonas Brothers, played on her radio.
Downstairs, the girl's father, who had light blonde hair and wore glasses, walked into the dinning room. He held a newspaper and whistled as he walked. He tapped the head of a young boy's head who wore night time goggles and sat at the table as he ate his breakfast. Their father sat down at the head of the table. The girl from before and her mother also sat down at the table as they ate their breakfast.
The boy looked up and said, "I don't get it, Dad. If you don't like that paper, why do you read it everyday?"
Their father unfolded the paper as he spoke, "Because I'm a reporter, Ruu. I'm curious. Besides, it's important to keep your eye on the competition."
The girl spoke up. "The Daily Examiner is a competition to the New York Times?"
"Yes, I know it's hard to believe, but it's true." He looked down at the paper.
A semi-fat, old lady came in. "I read it religiously." She said as she carried a plate of bacon.
The girl looked at her. "Is it crispy, Wanya, the way I like it?" She asked.
"Like charcoal briquettes." Wanya commented.
"Great. Thank you." She said and took one off the plate.
Ruu looked at her and held his hand out. "Would you pass the bacon?"
The girl sighed and gave him the plate. "Turn your beams off before you force me to do it for you."
"Can you two try to get along while I'm out of town?" Their mother, who had short reddish hair, asked as she looked up at both of them.
"I can try," Ruu said, "but it's been my experience that she can't."
"I assure you, can't and won't are two very different things." The blonde said.
Their father turned the paper over to look at the Junior Journalists page. There was a picture with two teachers holding hands at school. It was by Miyu Kozuki. "Miyu, this is your article in the paper." Her father said.
Miyu looked over at him. "What?" She gasped.
Mr. Kozuki showed it quickly to Ruu. "Yuck! It's a gooey love picture."
Miyu grabbed the paper from her father to see for herself. Sure, enough it was there! "I can't believe it!" She said. "I submitted this to the Junior Journalists column weeks ago, and they actually ran it." Miyu's mother pulled back Miyu's blonde hair behind her shoulder.
"You've been selected. That's wonderful!" Her father said.
Her mother wrapped her arm around Miyu's shoulder. "Oh, it is, honey." She looked down at the paper. "They even ran your photo."
"I used Ruu's digital spy camera. It shoots pictures from around the corner." She explained.
"What's the article about, Miyu?" Her father asked, while Ruu whined,
"You used my camera?"
Miyu sighed; then looked at her father. "It's just a story about Miss Penny and her friendship with Mr. Warren. They're both teachers at Millington." She explained and gave the paper back to her father.
"Ah, sounds like a human interest piece." He said as he took the paper.
Miyu shrugged her left shoulder. "Yeah, defiantly human interest."
Ruu gave a fake cough. "Gossip." He said in between them.
The phone rang and their father picked it up. "Hello?" He answered. "Yes. She'll be right down."
Their mother looked up and knew that she had to leave now. She looked at Miyu and said, "We'll celebrate when I get back,"
Miyu looked back at her mother. "Okay. We'll go shopping on Madison Avenue. Just the two of us."
"Sounds like fun." He mother said and stood up. "I better go."
"Hey Ma, why don't you take Miyu with you?" Ruu asked.
"I wish I could take you all with me. We'll it's time for me to leave." Their mother said and walked over to their father. He stood up as she spoke, "I trust everything's gonna run smoothly while I'm away." She fixed her tie for him.
"Doesn't it always?" He said. They both leaned it and gave each other a quick kiss. "You have a successful trip."
She walked away. "Bye Miyu, Bye Ruu." She said.
"Bye Mom, love you." They both said.
"Be good in school." She told them as she walked down to the front door.
Kids of all sizes walked into school, each in their own styles. Some talked to friends and others talked on cell phones.
Miyu walked to school alone. She wore a purple leather jacket to match the purple in her pants and stylish sunglasses, and she carried a binder and her cell phone. She walked into her school and down the hall to a flight of stairs. She walked up the flight of stairs as she waved to people to who said hi to her.
"Hey, Miyu."
"Hi, Miyu"
"What's up?"
A girl with short, dark red hair walked up to her. "Congratulations, Miyu! It's so exciting. The Daily Examiner!"
Two other girls walked up to her. "Mr. Warren and Miss Penny? No way."
"Who knew?" The redhead said.
"What a scandal!" The second girl said.
"You shine, Miyu." The first girl said.
"Thanks guys." She said and walked passed them to go to her locker.
"Hey." A boy said as he waved.
"Hey, Miyu." Some other kids said as she watched down the crowded hallway.
A man opened a classroom door as he stepped into the hallway with a student: a male who had brown hair and brown eyes. The student was a cutie, but not so popular as you can see his wardrobe was so last year. "Oh my goodness! There's Mr. Warren." Miyu thought as she watched him step out of the room. "I don't know what Miss Penny sees in him. And that hideous green trench coat of his." She walked up to him and said, "Hi, Mr. Warren."
He looked at her shocked and awkwardly, "Oh… Miyu. Hi." He turned his head and said to the boy, "So uh, I'll e-mail that to you right away, Kanata."
"Thank you." Kanata said.
A lady, who wore a green dress suite and held a rolled up newspaper firmly in her hands, came in the hallway from her office. "Mr. Warren."
Mr. Warren, Kanata, and Miyu looked over at her as she approached them."That's Miss Spence the control freak admissions officer."
"May I speak with you a moment?" She asked Mr. Warren.
"Uh, certainly, Miss Spence." He replied. "Um, I'll see you both in class."
Miss Spence gave Miyu and Kanata firm looks; then she walked off down the hallway with Mr. Warren.
Kanata looked at Miyu and said, "That was, uh, some article."
"Oh, you saw it?" She asked him with a smile. He was just too cute, even if she didn't admit it.
"Yeah. Hedda Hopper had nothing on you." He remarked.
"Hedda who?" She asked, confused. Who was this Hedda person?
"And you call yourself a writer! You should know. She was the most famous gossip columnist ever." He explained.
"I am not a gossip columnist." She told him as she glared at him. "I give advice in the school paper. The article in The Daily Examiner is a human interest piece."
"Right. Sure it is." He said, not believing a word. Then, he walked away from her.
"Ew." She whispered underneath her breath.
"All right, so what's your secret?" A boy, who had a video camera rolling, came up to her.
"If I told you, then it wouldn't be a secret, would it, Santa?" She told him as she continued walking to her locker.
"How'd did you get that shot of Mr. Warren? He won't even allow his picture in the yearbook." He said as he still filmed her.
"You know what they say," she began, as she looked at Aya, who joined her, "'a good reporter is always on the job.'"
"Hi, Santa." Aya waved at the camera.
"Hey, Aya." Santa said.
"Bye, Santa." Miyu said and walked passed him over to her locker. Aya followed her. When they got over to them, Aya asked,
"So how excited are you about getting your article in The Daily Examiner? Everyone's talking about it."
"Yeah, well, Kanata Saionji just trashed it." Miyu said as they both opened their lockers.
Aya scoffed. "Of coarse he did. He's just so jealous that he can't write as good as you."
"You think?" She asked as she put her books inside her locker.
"Come on. You snapped an amazing picture of your teacher's good side, then you wrote a killer article about their secret romance, and it happened to run in a major New York newspaper. Think about it: the editor of the school paper is upstaged by a member of his own staff. He's dying over this."
"You're so right, Aya. Thanks." Miyu said.
"What are friends for?"
"So true." They had gotten the stuff they need for class and closed their lockers as they walked off to class. They walked into their classroom. It was a bit old fashioned for a classroom, but doable. Students chatted with friends and fooled around as they waited for the bell to ring. Miyu and Aya took a seat in their desks, which were next to each other and next to the dark red haired girl from before.
"Do you think that Miss Penny saw the picture?" Aya asked Miyu.
"I don't know. It's hard to tell." Miyu said as he bell rang.
Miss Penny, who was a woman around 34 and had short blonde hair, stood up. "Well, it's time to began class. As you know, it's Career Week, and we're very honored to have the participation of so many talented parents. I want your complete attention when they present. Now, our first speaker is Mrs. Summerville. She owns a little shop called, Tea Time Express."
Soon, it was the afternoon and Miyu and Aya were in the school's newspaper's daily meeting. The room was very busy as people wrote, printed, and ran errands for other people. Miyu and Aya both had their own desks, which each had a computer on, next to each other.
"Ugh, I think my brain is in a meltdown. Can we go home yet?" Aya asked.
"What will people in this school do with out me?" Miyu asked randomly. "Listen to this." She started, perking up Kanata's, who was in the desk behind her, interest. "'Dear Miyu, My friend and I had a fight. We made up, but the mean thing she said about me still hurts. What should I do? Signed, Bummed Out'."
Aya leaned back in her desk chair. "This is a bummer. What will you prescribe, Dr. Kouzuki?"
"Well, she has to be honest with her friend and tell her how she feels. That's what I do with you."
"And I with you." Aya told her.
"Then, she should reward herself for speaking out by picking up a cute jelly roll handbag." Miyu said, thinking that it was the best advice ever.
Aya agreed. "Excellent advice."
Kanata scoffed at them.
"She'll feel better in no time." Aya explained.
"Definitely." Miyu said as if it was a no brainer.
"Okay every one, it's time for our meeting." The teacher in charge of the school newspaper said as he sat at the head of the long meeting table. Kanata took a seat and Miyu sat across from him as the other members sat down as well. "Now for our first order of business," the teacher began, "as most of you are already aware Miyu Kouzuki was honored today by The Daily Examiner, which published an article and photograph she submitted to their Junior Journalism section. Your editor, Kanata Saionji, would like to say a few words."
"I would?" Kanata asked him. The teacher nodded at him. "Uh, I mean, yeah, I would. Thank you, Mr. Gold. Uh…I guess I would just like to say that we're all pound when one of our own is able to make their way onto a more visible platform. Especially a colleague from one of our, well, softer news areas."
The redhead from before spoke up, "So, congratulations, Miyu. Today The Daily Examiner tomorrow The Post."
"Thanks, Nanami." Miyu said.
"Goddess on a mountain top." Aya said.
"Thanks, Aya." Miyu said as the rest of the newspaper team clapped.
"Listen, I'm gonna need your next copy if you want to make the next issue." Kanata said as he leaned over the table to look her in the eye. "This story is old news."
Miyu looked straight back at him with a grin upon her lips. "You know, Kanata, I actually owe you a thank you. It was because you wouldn't run my story that I sent it to The Daily Examiner in the first place."
The meeting ended short after that. Miyu walked down the empty flight of stairs. That's when she heard a voice:
"Sara, you startled me."
It was Mr. Warren's.
"What's he doing around here still?" Miyu wondered as she looked up the next flight of stairs where she saw Miss Penny and Mr. Warren talking to each other.
"I need to talk to you." Miss Penny told him.
"Wh-What more is th-there to say?" Mr. Warren told her uneasily.
"I just don't understand." She said. Her voice quivered.
"Don't talk so loud, okay?" Mr. Warren told her. "I-I I never meant to hurt you."
"Oh, really?" She asked as tears glistening her eyes. "Then what did you mean to do? What changed? We made all those plans. Ron, I love you."
"Okay, well, I don't love you. That's what changed. You understand that?"
"I guess I'm going to have to try." She said as she looked down at her feet. She looked back up at him and said, "I'm sorry that I've ever met you. If you think I'll continue to pass you in these halls, you're sadly mistaken. One of us have to leave Millington, and it's not going to be me." She walked down the flight of stairs.
Miyu turned and made in look like she was just coming up the other flight of stairs. "Oh, hello, Miss Penny." She said as she smiled.
"Hi, Miyu." Miss Penny said and then walked down the hallway.
Miyu turned to see Kanata standing next to her. They both looked at each other oddly. They both heard what happened.
Twilight soon fell on the city. Miyu was home and typing on her computer. Her nails were clicking against the keys as she typed. Her father came in and said, "Hey you. Ready for bed?"
She looked at him as he sat down in the chair next to her desk. "Yeah, I just have to finish answering a few emails for my column. There just aren't enough hours in the day."
"Sorry I missed dinner." He told her as he loosened his tie. "The press conference I was covering ran long. The mayor was asking the state legislators to increase aid to city schools, and let just say things didn't go very well."
She smiled. "It's okay, Dad. It sounds pretty important."
"Well, not as important as you. Bedtime." They both got up and she walked over to her bed and crawled inside. "How was your day?" He asked.
"It was okay."
He sat down on her bed. "I, um, read your article. It was well written. You've got a good theme. I'd call it a heartwarming piece of journalism."
"Really?" She asked.
"Absolutely."
"Dad, have you've ever written something that, I don't know, caused something else to happen?" She asked him.
"Sure. That's what journalism is all about, and you'll get there. This is good work, Miyu. You should be proud." He told her.
"I'm proud. I'm really proud. I just... I want to write a hard news piece. Like you do."
"Well, you don't start with hard news. You work your way up to it. That's what I did."
"How?" She was curious. She wanted to know his secret.
"Well, let's see. I was working at The Mercury Herald in the classifieds when I got a lead on something. I did a little of my own investigation and discovered that there was a hidden toxic waste dump right underneath a local burger joint. So I pitched the story to the editor and made the first page of The Herald. After that they made me staff writer."
"Wow."
"There's stories all around you, Miyu. You just have to keep your eyes and when you get a hunch about something, investigate it."
"I think I can do that."
"I know you can do it. You'll be amazed at what hard work, imagination, and a little luck will bring you. Goodnight." He kissed his daughter's forehead.
"Hugs and kisses, Dad." She said and pulled the covers over herself.
"Hugs and kisses, my sweet girl." He said and stood up. He walked out of the room and turned off the light for her as she went to sleep, awaiting for what luck tomorrow would bring.
