Holt Mcdougal Literature Interactive Reader Grade 7 File

Eleanor stepped through.

I wanted to believe him. But Dad didn’t sleep in this room. I did. And at 2:17 a.m.—I knew the exact time because my digital clock glowed red—the wall didn’t creak . It whispered .

I decided to dig. I went to the building’s creepy basement and found old mail in a rusted filing cabinet. Most of it was junk, but one envelope stopped me cold. It was addressed to an apartment —which is my apartment. The name on it: Eleanor Vance.

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. Holt Mcdougal Literature Interactive Reader Grade 7

I didn’t sleep for the rest of the night.

“That’s ridiculous,” I said. But secretly, I loved that idea.

Sketch a small picture of Leo pressing his ear to the wall. What expression is on his face? Add two adjectives to describe the setting. The next day at school, I told my best friend, Maya, about it during lunch. Eleanor stepped through

I already had the chalk ready. 1. Summarize: Write one sentence that captures the main conflict of this story.

Why does the author have Eleanor give a “scientific” explanation for the chalk? How does this mix realism with fantasy?

“Took you long enough,” she said. “You’re… real?” I stammered. I decided to dig

“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.”

The silver light began to flicker.