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Guys you know you can comment  right? I'm really looking forward to seeing your thoughts. Sorry for the minor cliffhanger last chapter. (Not!) Hope you like?

Update: You can tell which chapters have been edited if it doesn't say the chapter number beside it.

Drew's POV
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The girl I met his morning fell through the door awkwardly.

What is she doing? Doesn't she have class?

She quickly stood up " uhm sorry I was I had I..."

"I really want to play violin!" she spat out.

The orchestra teacher handed her a short stack of papers. "Ms. Beau please leave the classroom and get to your class before I call the principal."

Idiot She got off the hook.

Some girl in the back of the classroom started snickering "Oh yeah he is so cute too bad that idiot fell through the door."

I couldn't help but chuckle too, what a nutcase.

Minerva's POV
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What the Heck! How did I fall?

I wobbled over to an unoccupied room there were many of these as there aren't many students. The stack of papers in my hands were heavy.

I sat the papers down at a desk and went through them.

"Okay So we have Application forms for a field trip? An orchestra handbook, sheet music, and several books for each strings instrument."

I put my head on the cold dusty desk and felt warm tears fall down, nothing that could help me apply for orchestra.

Why would he even give me this what type of teacher is that?
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I woke up to a loud ringing sound in my ears the desk was soaked and the bell was ringing I guess it's time for 3rd period.

I wiped the desk with my sleeves and put the stack of papers in a recycling bin.

I realize how I was just like those papers I was used then thrown away then made into something worse then used then thrown away I was a cycle nothing ever getting better maybe this time I'll be made into cool lined paper like I was before.
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As you can see I've changed a lot.
Can you spot the changes?

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