Story 1: The Missing Solo
1Our youth orchestra had one week left before the spring concert, and on Tuesday my solo music disappeared. During the break, I had left it in my black folder on my music stand. When I came back from the water fountain, the folder was gone.
2I looked around the room, and my eyes landed on Wendell. He sat right behind me, and everyone knew he had wanted the solo too. After tryouts, he had told me, a little too loudly, that he could play it faster than I could. It all seemed to fit. "Wendell took my music," I told our conductor, Ms. Abara. "He wanted my solo, and now it's gone."
3Wendell's face turned red. "I never touched your folder," he said quietly. "Lucia, we need more than a guess," Ms. Abara said calmly. Then she asked everyone to check the folders on their stands.
4A minute later, a small voice came from the back row. Priya, a new violinist, was holding up a black folder with my name inside the cover. Ms. Abara had told her to take a spare folder from the front, and she had grabbed mine by mistake. Every folder in the orchestra was plain black.
5My face burned hotter than Wendell's had. I had been so sure, and I had been completely wrong. After rehearsal, I found Wendell packing up his violin. "I'm sorry," I said. "I blamed you because it was easy, not because I had proof." He nodded slowly, then smiled a little. Now, before I point a finger, I look for real evidence.