Author's Note

Happy New Years ya’ll!

New chapter ready to be distributed.... now!

....And A Little Bit Of Gossip

“Okay, class, see you tomorrow! Oh, for those of you who want to join the newspaper staff, stay here, because we're meeting right now!” Cheerilee said as the bell rung for the last time.

“Cutie marks in journalism!” Apple Bloom said to that.

“Such a good idea.” Scootaloo said waiting.

Cheerilee waited until ponies stopped leaving to begin. “Ok welcome, everypony. Now, as you know, our editor-in-chief graduated last year–“

Sweetie Belle raised a hoof, “Oh, oh, oh, ohohohoh!”

“Yes?”

“What's an editor-in-chief?” she asked.

“Good question, Sweetie Belle.” Cheerilee said, walking over to the door. “I like those reporter's instincts. The Foal Free Press is a student-run paper. I'm only involved as an adviser, so the editor-in-chief is the pony in charge, from choosing the stories to making sure it gets to press on time. Now, as I said, we have a new editor this year!” She opened the door. And in comes Diamond Tiara. “HER?!” the students questioned.

“I'll leave you alone now to discuss everypony's assignments. Have fun!” Cheerilee walked out and closed the door.

“Alright, listen up. The Foal Free Press is a joke.” Diamond stated.

“What?”

“Nopony at this school takes it seriously. Well I, the editor-in-chief in charge, am going to deliver us to newfound glory!” She paused.

“Yay!” Truffle said hesitantly.

“First things first. Where's the staff photographer?” A pony raised their hoof “Get out there and document everything. I'll decide what's important.” The pony ran out. “The rest of you, I want hard-hitting news and interesting think pieces. No more Namby-Pamby stories like last year's editor.”

“But Namby-Pamby was a great editor.” Ruby Pinch started.

“Well, there's a new regime now, and I want juicy stories. The juicier, the better! Now get out there and report!”

“Let's get out of here, girls. Maybe we can try packing boxes again.” Scootaloo whispered.

“But this could be our last chance to earn our cutie marks!” Sweetie whispered back “If we really are supposed to be journalists, isn't it worth a little grief?”

Scootaloo sighed, “I guess you're right. We can take a little bit of Diamond Tiara for a lifetime of cutie marks”

“C'mon! Let's go get these marks!”

Everypony quickly went out to find a story. “C’mon Harbringer,” Apple Bloom grabbed me, “Let’s go!”

While the others were embarrassing themselves trying to find ‘Stories’, I took the time to look around. “Harbringer!” I heard from a little apple filly. “C’mon! We need to give these stories to Diamond!”

“I hope you've got something, because everything so far is unusable. "Baby Birds Born"? "Rarity's Hot New Hat"? "Ponyville: The Early Years"!? You didn’t even get one! Oh! I don't know what you call this, but it sure isn't news!” Diamond yelled out.

“We just... thought...” Sweetie stuttered.

“I don’t care about what you thought! Get something else on my desk by the end of the day, and it better be juicy! Now!” Apple, Sweetie, and Scootaloo quickly ran away through the door, leaving me there. “So Harbringer....” Diamond began, “why do you hang out with them?”

”Hmmmm.... why do I? Well.... for starts, they basically cornered me in the cafeteria, and made me join their little club. And I, kept going with them.”

She sighed, “Well, fine. Now get out there and get me some juicy stories.”

”Yes ma’am”

I ran out.

“Oh! Get it off me, Snails!”

”What was that?”

“I don’t know Harbringer,” Apple Bloom said, “let’s go see.” We turned around the corner of the building and saw Snips and Snails trapped together by bubblegum.

“Eh, you get it off me, Snips?” Snails

“Aah! Stop it! You are making it worse! Nah! Oh, great.” Snips

“I'll get it.” Snails grunted.

“Aah!” Snails

“Get it off! Get it off!” Snips

“Hey, Featherweight, c'mere!” Sweetie Belle said I between giggles, “Take a few pictures of this, then meet me during lunch. Girls, and Harbringer, I have our story.”

“Your column is a sensation! I don't want you doing news anymore.” A stroke of pleasure “I want more columns like this. Columns about ponies and their private lives, the things they do when they think they're alone. You three are my new gossip columnists! And I love the way you signed it! ‘Gabby Gums’...” She sighed, “That was a stroke of genius!”

”I just said ok to it.”

“We couldn't fit all of our names, so we decided to create one for all four of us.”

“Yes well, I want more Gabby Gums! Nice work.”

“We sure seem to have a gift for gossip.” Scootaloo stated.

”Yep.”

“If we can write a few more of these Gabby Gums columns, we'll earn our cutie marks for sure!”

“YAY!” we all screamed.

We all separated. To find something, anything “Juicy”. Apple Bloom went to the cafeteria, Sweetie went towards the playground, Scootaloo went after the teachers, and I went after the other students.

I don’t really know how to do this, I never really began the confrontation, I just stay in the sidelines and observe and whenever I find a good one, I jump on the opportunity. So this is out of my comfort. *sigh* whatever. Speaking of that, I wonder if I still can do that. Have to try sometime. Anyway, now, I need to observe. A ways away, I see the bickering of two ponies. From what I see, and hear, they were arguing about the fundamentals of the foundation of the school. As for beside them, was a blueprint of the school and some nails and hammers. “Want me to take the pictures?” Featherweight asked from beside me.

”Yes, and be sure to take some pictures of the blueprints as well.”

“Got it.”

”Report back tomorrow so the others can get theirs in.”

“Yes sir.” He began his photography thing. When he left , I flew away. Ok Harbringer, what else shall I do? It is almost midnight irl. Wait really? Hmmm... time sure does fly when you are in school again. Welp, might as well tune out now. I will be back before school here starts.