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It hadn't taken Eli too much digging to find the piece Jaycee had expressed interest in. Eli was a bit of a music packrat, and he hadn't played that piece too recently, so it did require a touch of searching. But he was fairly well organized, so soon enough, he'd found the piece: Gabriel Fauré's Son...

Molly wheeled Jacquelin into the infirmary. "It looks like you'll have company this time, Jacquelin." The girl in the infirmary bed next to the one Molly helped Jacquelin get comfortably in, turned to see who this new comer. Frail, bone-thin, Jacquelin looked like a stiff breeze could tear her apart...

Jacquelin giggles. "In the words of the great modern poets, I'm too hot to handle, and I get knocked down, but I get up again. You?"

A sharp intake of breath indicated that Jacquelin wasn't expecting the question. All her life, she'd been the sick kid. Here, no one thought of her that way. People thought she was normal. She -was- normal. Better than normal, she was a survivor. Now, she had to make a split second decision, one tha...

Jacquelin took the stack of books from Diego, "Thanks." She tucked them, securely this time, in the crook of her arm, and fished her schedule out from her biology text book. "Yeah, I did. Boring stuff, I guess. Biology, history, math, lit. I didn't get to sign up for any of the fun classes since I'm...

Jacquelin's face split into a 10,000 Watt smile, the kind that could light up the darkest room. "I'm Jacquelin. Most people here call me Jaycee, though. Unless you're Ar." She opened the keyboard lid, and ran her hands gently over the keys. "This is a better instrument that I've ever played before. ...

Jacquelin looked up, startled. She quickly and carefully closed the lid over the keyboard, hiding her face as best she could behind the stand. After a second, she peeked out over the top. Did she break the rules? Was this piano only for the teachers? Did she need to get special permission to use the...

Jacquelin woke up early that morning. The brochure for the school showed a music room with a real grand piano. Jacquelin had practiced all her life of a second hand spinnet in the living room. Her teacher said she got a good sound, for an instrument he insisted was beneath Jacquelin's talent. It nev...

"Jacquelin, come on. We need to go if we're going to be on time for orientation." "I'm coming!" At this point, Jacquelin would have loved to come tearing down the stairs carrying her bags. She would have given anything to be able to charge into the car as she headed off to a new school, one where sh...