The Best Known Source

“The place that knows me best is,” the interview abruptly halted, and the reporter’s required earplugs conveniently fell out.

“Do tell?” The youthful image encouraged, ensured microphone and cameras were still working reaching proper audio/visual level standards.

Leaning forward, the diseased brainiac filled with academic wisdom, whispered the answer shoving the rabbit ear personality into the cozy furniture decorating the safe secure set, triggering a sinister expression from the tempting source.

Dating back to the ex-generation answering the call, combatting sugar-coated substituted family life hypocrisies, whose honest reality were broken bedroom community relationships challenging a child’s emotions, forcing their security blanket to live in two different locations.

“You all know me here,” bookworm Dewey whose grounded foundation depended on parental guidance stated, flanked by the bottomless coffee special promotional advertisement.

“Yeah, you are the one who loves her after dinner treat,” a fashionable classmate commentated.

“Barbie,” Dewey laughed, “we all love the early bird specials here, especially when they are fresh.”

“Reaching for the blue or pink packets to spice up their hot beverages?” Barbie critically questioned.

“Most are doing it to be sweet,”

“Yeah,” Barbie folded her arms before following Dewey to the check out cashier.

“What do you want to do now?” The high schooler requested a different entertaining assignment, before opening another chapter, not really wanting to conduct Friday night homework.

Flexing intellectual empowerment Dewey could not put a finger on what was happening in the neighborhood where she grew up. “Things should not be like this?” She contemplated saying good bye, choosing social surrender strategy despite not having morning commitments early tomorrow.

Driving home, parking her Father’s gifted car outside, knowing adult four wheels occupied the garage featuring personal wall memorabilia, remembering the past.

Pushing a simple button, the electronic door revealed its contents, and Dewey squeezed through the resting automobiles waiting for the instruction, please, start your engines.

When the small door protecting the clothes washroom received a nudge Dewey saw her Father sitting watching ‘what the paid cable box distributed’, “did you and Barbie have a nice night out?” He shouted from his corporate executive chair.

“I guess you could say that” Dewey proceeded through the kitchen stopping at the refrigerator.

“Your Mom prepared left overs,” the Father offered, “just microwave.”

“That’s okay had something with Barbie at the diner,” Dewey replied.

With a green apple securely fastened inside her mouth the adolescent continued her journey upstairs, “where are you going the ten pm shows are beginning.”

“I am just so bushed out,” Dewey honestly spoke, “want to fill out my college application and go to the library, researching a project due next spring.”

“That’s my girl,”

Standing outside the television studio Professor Dean Almighty pulled out a cigarette, “they said these will cause Cancer.”

“They will,” Rapheal interrupted, “I just did a story on that topic last week.”

“Saw it,” Professor Dean mentioned, “so tell me, did all the hard work payoff, did all the hours studying make you a better person when digging for the truth?”

“Let me put it this way, Dean,” Rapheal spoke, “if you know the details you can work the system and that will keep you driving the fast lane speed. Proud to be who you are,”

“And you are?”

“Rapheal,” she acknowledged, “the number one talk chit chat host.”

“Is that all you are?”

“Okay, I took your class when I attended Cheap U,” Rapheal confessed, “my name is really, Dewey.”

“And when you scream you set off the decimal system,”

“Yeah, and people hear me,” Dewey or Raphael mentioned seeing the Uber driver arrive.

“Well, here is my ride,” Professor Almighty exclaimed.

“So, Professor what place knows you the best?”

Pointing at the network sign he told the intrepid broadcaster, “the media is the place that knows me the best,” he paused releasing a smirk, “you are always studying and reporting what I am doing.”