The girl had a notebook and a clipboard. The girl wore a blue plaid skirt, like a school uniform, and not one but TWO watches. The girl had a pencil behind her ear. The girl was very noticeable in her blue-green glasses.

The girl came over to Judy moody's lunch table and plopped herself down in between Judy's friends Rocky and Frank.

She, NOT Judy Moody, looked like she was in a reporter mood

Who was this important-looking, glasses-wearing girl anyway, Judy wondered.

"Amy Namey, Girl Reporter," said the girl. "What's the scoop?"

"Um ... Screamin' Mini's chocolate mud?" asked Judy.

"Not the ice cream kind of scoop," said the girl. "The story kind of scoop. I'm a reporter," she said. "Like Nellie Bly, Daredevil Reporter."

She, Judy Moody, could not believe her ears.

Frank asked, "Is that like Elizabeth Blackwell, First Woman Doctor?"

Judy leaned in closer.

"Check!" said the girl. She wrote something on her clipboard. "I'm from Ms Valentine's class, 3V. Can I ask you a few questions? For my newspaper?"

"You've got your own paper?" asked Frank Pearl.

"Sure!" said the girl. Just then, Super-Important Girl Reporter held out a ketchup-bottle microphone.

"What's your favourite school lunch?" she asked. "Hawaiian pizza, southern fried chicken, or French toast?"

"French toast is breakfast," said Judy.

"Pizza!" screamed Rocky and Frank at the same time.