Alesha Corners

   Alesha walked past her favorite cafe, The Cupcake.  She was trying to loose the wight she had gained on an assignment in Itlay she had done for three weeks.  She rounded the corner onto 52nd street; her blue eyes fell upon a group of Amish women and teenage girls outside a diner.  They all wore heavy black dresses, white aprons were wrapped around their waists.  Some women had white bonnets over their tight buns while other had black bonnets.  They all looked out of place in such a large city.  Suddenly Alesha gasped.  This was her next assignment!

   "Mr. Keller, I'm telling you, I want to go to Lancaster County, Pennsylvania and do an assignment on the Amish," Alesha faught.  Mr. Keller was tough, but Alesha knew how to fight.  He knew Alesha would do a great job, but he knew what the audience wanted, and Amish wasn't the answer.

   "No Alesha.  I know; I'll send you to Egypt with Karissa and Walter.  People want to know what's going on in the Middle East, not what's happening in the middle of Pennsylvania," Mr. Keller explained and rubbed his bald head.  Alesha had been working for him for almost four years and she always got the story she wanted.  He decided it was time for he to cover an assignment he wanted instead.

   "Mr. Keller let me ask you this.  If you saw an Amish woman in the middle of the sidewalk here in New York City, wouldn't you feel like she was out of place?"Alesha asked.  She quickly put her hair up into a ponytail.  It licked her back and naturally fell into perfect ringlets.

   "Yes they would be out of place, but no one cares right now about the Amish.  People care about Egypt and the Middle East.  That's it, go pack your stuff you're going to Egypt," Mr. Keller ordered.  Out of twnety- five years of running his news agency, he had never met a young woman with so much vigor and determination.

   "Well every news station is covering Egypt.  Don't you want to be different and orignal?" Alesha asked.  She knew she had Mr. Keller under her spell.  He hated blending in with other news companies.

   "Fine, you're off to Lancaster for one month.  You leave this weekend.  Alesha, this better be good," he warned and looked at her over his thick glasses.

   "It will be the best documentary you will ever see," she promised and rose from the molded plastic chair.  As she opened his glass door she couldn't help but simle.  This assignment was going to be even better then her Haiti documentary, she coud feel it.