Maya frantically emptied her backpack onto her bed. Books, pencils, and crumpled papers tumbled out, but her sketchbook wasn't there. "I always put it in the front pocket," she whispered. Maya remembered sketching the old oak tree during lunch. Her stomach tightened as she realized she'd left it on the bench. Outside, rain pattered against the window.
1. What is Maya looking for?
2. Why is Maya concerned about her sketchbook now?