Her hands touched a gooey old orange slice with bits of dust stuck to it. Her body bounced back like she had stuck her finger in a socket. And she knew what that felt like because she was a curious six year old. But she put her hands back under the car seat, sweeping back and forth. Her head tilted up and eyes closed. She knew that this was one of the last places it could be. And she became more worried when she crammed her hand in the seat crack and only found a blue colored pencil entitled spiro disco ball. She promised herself if she were to find it, she would change. She would be more organized, she would be more appreciative, and she would finally clean her car.