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"Hey, Mel, can I borrow that book you were reading?" Harmony asks as we approach our band lockers. "It depends," I say taking my clarinet from my loc..
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I hop in the car and my mom turns the key. The engine doesn't start. She tries again. Nothing. "Be right back," I say lightly sitting my clarinet dow..
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I wake up and rub my eyes slowly remembering the events of yesterday, or was it earlier today? Where even am I? I blink a few times and look around. ..
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"I'm sorry, Ms. Jerik, but I refuse to let my daughter continue to play in the band." I scream and cry at my mother's feet. The crying made my head f..
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A low and crackly voice says, "You can call me Jo, I don't care. From what I understand you're Melody Goldman?" I nod. "Yep, but you can call me Mel ..
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"Mel, I am very disappointed in you. I told you not to go and yet you still disobeyed me. The note you wrote was nearly unreadable," she sighs. I tuc..
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I hear taps on the window. My eyes flutter open and I rush to it. "Who is it?" I ask quietly, not wanting to bring attention to my room. "Me!" Harmon..
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"Melody! Could you come down here?" I hear my mother call me. "Yes!" I reply and scurry downstairs. I trip on the last step but quickly regain my bal..
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I wake up and yawn. It had been two weeks since I had been to band practice. I hadn't even spoken with Mrs. Jerik at school. Jo had came to the house..
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Mrs. Jerik talks about a few things and then turns it over to Hannah. Hannah asks everyone to go outside. I grab Jordan's elbow and follow him out. T..
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