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A Song Worth Singing Chapter 3Chapter 3A Song Worth Singing Chapter 3
Two days later, instead of walking straight home after school, I loitered by the front steps of the school. The crowd of students swarming out the doors slowly thinned out, and I started looking around, getting worried. Tobias had said to meet him here, but what if this whole thing was a prank? Make fun of the new girl by having her sit like an idiot on the steps of school alone for an hour, waiting for someone who probably-
"Piano girl! You came!" Tobias's unmistakably British voice floated to my ears. I turned to see him strolling down the steps towards me, a black guitar case slung over his shoulder, wit
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A Song Worth Singing Chapter 2Chapter 2A Song Worth Singing Chapter 2
That afternoon, I sat on my bed, sliding my cell phone open and closed again and again. After Tobias had caught me singing in the music room, he had scribbled a phone number on my hand and told me if I wanted more information on his band, I should give him a call.
"Now, I'm a busy man, so I can't stay. Hope to hear from you soon!" He gave me one of his half waves, then jogged off, leaving me sitting at the piano. I had thought over his proposition as best I could, given how little information I had. Being in a band (assuming this was the kind of band I assumed teenagers were in, one of those garage band dea
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A Song Worth Singing Chapter 1Chapter 1A Song Worth Singing Chapter 1
"Marianne! Come on, you're going to be late!" My mother's piercing voice shattered the warm comfort of my sleep. I grumbled at her and turned over in my bed, trying to fall back asleep. Then I remembered. Today was my first day at Ridgeville High. Crap. I rolled out of bed, blinking as the morning light from the window hit my eyes. As I shuffled into the bathroom, I tripped over a moving box. My mom and I had moved here from Massachusetts two weeks ago. We didn't have much, so when my mom was offered a job in Boston, she jumped at the chance. I wasn't exactly happy about this-in fact, I was fairly pis
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The Whitechapel Killings 5Holding my gun out in front of me, I cautiously stepped into the room. It was dimly lit by a chandelier that hung from the ceiling. There was a balcony that ran along the length of the wall. Then I looked around in front of me. The room itself was cluttered with all sorts of gruesome things, a twisted parody of a doctors practice room. The walls were painted a rusty brown, and on the back wall was a large and detailed poster that showed a skeleton, along with detailed notes on the placement of organs. There was a battered operating table in the middle of the room and shelves full of labeled bottles. There was also a rack of knivesThe Whitechapel Killings 5
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