Holt Mcdougal Literature Interactive Reader Grade 7 -

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

I blinked. “What?”

The whispering stopped. Then, three slow knocks. Thump. Thump. Thump. Holt Mcdougal Literature Interactive Reader Grade 7

“Took you long enough,” she said. “You’re… real?” I stammered. The next morning, the chalk was gone

That afternoon, I grabbed a piece of chalk from the sidewalk and wrote on my bedroom wall: The next morning

“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.”