Holt Mcdougal Literature Interactive Reader Grade 7 File

The next morning, the chalk was gone. But written in the dust on my windowsill—in shaky, tiny letters—was a single word:

“Took you long enough,” she said. “You’re… real?” I stammered. Holt Mcdougal Literature Interactive Reader Grade 7

“The rift is closing,” she said quickly. “But now that you know the trick—chalk, old photographs, and a question asked at 2:17 a.m.—you can pull me back. Don’t forget me.” The next morning, the chalk was gone

There was no letter inside. Just a photograph. A girl, about my age, with her hair in two braids, standing right in front of my bedroom door. She was smiling. But her eyes looked tired. Lonely. The next morning

And I smiled.