Meg tuned out the voices and stared at the desk, not really seeing it. She was fantasizing about the stories Ms Leers told, the old lady at the edge of town. The ones about the rain gutter at that old house, the whirlpool one. The stories about other worlds, princesses and adventures, and Magic. Battles, wizards, knights in shining armor, fairies! Meg sighed. She felt in her heart it was true. But no one believed her, so she visited Ms Leers every day, in order to glean more information. Meg wished that she could get to the other world. Escape life here. Sure, she had friends. But she could take them with her. No one would miss her. She was just the problem child, the kid who was different, the kid who couldn’t do arithmetic. Or about anything else, it seemed like. With an over-active imagination, no attention span-
Meg snapped out of her trance. “Woah, what?”
Ms Lars, her teacher, was glaring at her. Ms Lars was nice, if only… Meg started to drift off…
“What!” She snapped back.
Ms Lars looked exasperated. “Meghan, please try to pay attention. I know it’s difficult for you, but I’ve seen you do it before.”
Ms Lars turned away and Meg groaned and stared at her paper. She began to doodle in the margins- fairies, knights, magic, adventure…
Ms Lars sighed. “See me after class, please.” Across the aisle, Meg’s friend Leslie shook her head. Meg blew a strand of bright blond her out of her face, ducked her head, and went back to work.
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