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seize; the lost songbook

                                  | sixteen; the lost songbook |

        "Ada, your new contacts just came in the mail! I left them on your bed." I hear my mom yell from the kitchen as soon as I arrive from school.

"Kay, thanks!" I shout back, running upstairs to my room.

Guess my new eye contacts came in today. I set down my stuff and check the box on my desk. I'll have to place them on tomorrow morning.

Since there was one thing that I've been waiting to do once I get home.

The lost songbook.

I rummaged through my bag to find this so called book. Finally grabbing it out, I stare down at the cover of it.

It was a thick black jacketed cover with pale looking stickers around it, with music notes sketched on it.

No title. No name.

The lost and found center was closed at school so I couldn't return it there.

I opened it up to the first page to look for any names. Yet there was nothing except words written along the blank white paper. I slowly place it down into my drawer of my desk and close it after hesitant.

I shouldn't snoop through it. Nope. I won't.

Well...I'll try not to.

Why would someone just randomly drop it on the floor? Like thats pretty weird. And it must mean that they were in the same assembly as I was and was probably writing in it during that time.

Well they probably just dropped it by accident when they were walking by.

For now, I shouldn't be looking through someone's personal thoughts and writings.

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Covering my ears with my headphones blaring on Therapy by All Time Low, I try to concentrate on my French homework in the afternoon.

I'm supposed to write down what the foreign sentence means in English.

I couldn't help but to notice a mistake, as I get to number 8 and it doesn't even make any sense.

8.) Je danse à la nourriture.

I dance to food?

I'm pretty sure that's what it says but I have no idea how you're supposed to dance to food.. I wanna dance to an eggplant now.

So I skip it and just end up finishing it, leaving me with no other homework to do.

My thoughts go back on the tour trip and if I should sign up for it or not.

I pull open my drawer and pick up the pamphlet and forms of it, not even touching the songbook that was underneath all the papers.

'Ridgeway High's student scholarship program!' The title read. With the subtitle underneath; 'only 4 months away so hurry!' Since it's almost February and the program is in May.

It wasn't like I was going to register right away. I need to think more about if I should regarding the odds of me getting in.

I skim through the pamphlet, looking at the details of the trip, and how the school government is paying and funding it to make it free for the 52 students.