Creative Writing: The Big Scoop

Hello, my name is Jack Williams. I am a reporter you have been hearing a lot
about and this is how I gathered my information for my article on "Computers,
Hacking, And USA\'s Citizens" that has been causing so much uproar in many states
and even in the government. Recently, people have claimed that I fantasized
everything in the report and that I should work in the fiction field in stead of
journalism, so here is the exact way I received my information for my story. I
will start from the top and I will try not to miss a detail so you can fully
understand me. It was the first Friday of July and it was like any typical
midsummer evening at 6:00pm. The sun was still out shining down, just turning
red for sunset. It was not especially hot, but it was still tee-shirt weather.
I walked down the rather clean street towards the Citicorp building, thinking
excitedly about what was going to happen at the meeting and about what
information I could receive from this expierence. It was not long before I was
standing in front of the modern Citicorp building. The building exterior
consisted of mainly large glass windows which provided a very vivid reflection
of the neighboring buildings, almost camouflaging its presence on the block. I
thought of how the buildings appearence is suiting for what is happening inside
at that moment. I casually walked into the revolving glass doors that stood at
the base of the building. There were plenty of stores to my left and right.
They ranged from candy stores selling snickers bars and almond joy to fast food
restaurants selling burgers and french fries and all of the had people inside of
them, spending the money they just withdrew from the nearby ATM machines and the
tellers upstairs. It was the tipical gimick to make people spend their money,
let them have easy access to it, so it was nothing surprising to me. I continued
to walk towards the back of the building looking at all the stores to my sides
until I reached the very back of the building, right in front of Barnes & Nobles.

I saw a crowd of people standing there, all of mixed ages and nationality.
None were alike. These were not the normal people you would picture as vivid
computer lovers or people who liked to hack. People exchanged disks everywhere
in sight. There were all types of people sharing information about everything
from the latest computer security weakness or newest computer virii to what new
programs were released today. Forty year old men and women in suits and ties
standing, talking, and exchanging information with kids age ten to fifteen who
were dressed in skater outfits. In other places people from foreign countries
spoke with Americans overlooking their differences. They all shared the same
interest in hacking and computer technology. They live in their own world where
dollars mean nothing and disks mean everything. I casually walked into the
crowd towards a man who seemed rather interesting to me. He was a tall man,
about 30. The man was wearing Levis jeans, a clean white tee-shirt that said
"duh?" in large straight black letters, and a large red and black side bag full
of printed papers. He handed me some paper and told me in a semi-happy voice to
take a look at that and that it would explain everything. I threw the paper
into my bag saying to my self that this guy belongs in a mental institution if
he actually believed that one piece of paper could explain the whole hacker
world and I walked on to the other side of the room. There was a kid standing
there in the normal baggy pants and tee shirt working on a toshiba laptop.
Wanting to get the information I needed for my story, I walked over to the kid
and asked him what he was up to and to my surprise he asked me in a deep voice
if I was affiliated with any law enforcement agencies such as the F.B.I. or the
C.I.A.. I said to myself why would I be with a law enforcement agency, but to
get information, I tried to play it out very casually and said told him no, but
if I was, I don\'t think I would tell him. He said to me that by law, I would
be required to tell him the truth on that question if I was a