Fiction by New Breed Leader: "Call Me Michael", Chapter 2: All the Critics Love U in New York
“Ms. Simmons…” the college professor intoned as he looked up from his desk. Michelle had just bounded through the double doors to the 9 a.m. class, The History of Breaking News in Journalism. The cab ride from Kennedy Airport was nearly an hour long, and Michelle didn’t get a chance to get to her apartment to shower and change, which meant she didn’t have her textbooks and class papers. She was still rolling her suitcase. Her hair was disheveled. The last shower she took was back in Minneapolis at the hotel. She was a mess, but she was present. “You are 30 minutes late”, Daniel Rosenkranz, Professor of Journalism, announced. “I’m so sorry Professor, Michelle said, red with embarrassment. She clumsily shuffled to a seat near the middle of the auditorium and sat down, trying not to drop her heavy suitcase. She remembered that she had brought a notebook with her to Minneapolis so she could journal about her trip. She unzipped the suitcase and pulled it out, along with a pen, so she could ...
