Bailey
Mr. Brumgard is in his classroom after school. He greets me with a smile. “Hi, Bailey, come on in.” He pulls out a chair beside him, behind the desk. “Have a seat.”
I sit down, fighting the awkwardness of working directly with an adult. I’m excited about this project, but nervous, too.
Mr. Brumgard smiles at me. “I’m glad you’re interested in a student newspaper, Bailey. I think it’s a great idea.”
I suck my lower lip between my teeth and nod.
“The culture at Wolf Ridge is strange, as you’ve probably noticed. A lot of emphasis is on sports, and not much on anything academic. You’re one of the very few students interested in even applying for college. While the graduation rate is decent here, the number of students who continue their studies is less than ten percent. No one leav
