Holt Mcdougal Literature Interactive Reader Grade: 7

“It’s a message,” she said, stealing a fry from my tray. “Walls are like time capsules. Maybe a kid lived there before you, and they’re trying to reach across time.”

“Of course I’m real,” she snapped. “I’ve been stuck between the walls for thirty years because of a time-rift. It happened when the building was built. Every time I try to leave, I end up back in 1994. But you—you wrote in chalk . Chalk is made of calcium carbonate. It disrupts temporal energy.” Holt Mcdougal Literature Interactive Reader Grade 7

Eleanor stepped through.

Eleanor’s face softened. “Because I was scared. I’ve been alone for three decades, Leo. I forgot what my own voice sounded like. I started with whispers because I wasn’t sure anyone was listening.” “It’s a message,” she said, stealing a fry