A Wrinkle in Time (Sample)

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It was a dark and stormy night in her attic bedroom. Margaret Murray, wrapped in an old patchwork quilt, sat on the foot of her bed and watched the trees, tossing in the frenzied lashing of the wind Behind the trees. Clouds, Scud id frantically across the sky. Every few moments, the moon ripped through them, creating wraithlike shadows that raced along the ground. The house shook, wrapped in a quilt. Meg shook. She wasn't usually afraid of weather. It's not just the weather, she thought. It's the weather on top of everything else on top of me on top of mega Murray doing everything wrong. School school was all wrong. She'd been dropped down to the lowest section in her grade that morning. One of her teachers has said crossly. Really, Meg, I don't understand how a child with parents as brilliant as yours Air supposed to be, can be such a poor student. If you don't manage to do a little better, you'll have to stay back next year. During lunch, she'd roughed, housed a little to try to make herself feel better, and one of the girls said scornfully, After all, Mag, we aren't grammar school kids anymore. Why do you always act like such a baby? And on the way home from school, walking up the road with her arms full of books, one of the boys had said something about her dumb baby brother. At this, she droned the books on the side of the road and tackled him with every ounce of strength she had and arrived home with her blouse tourney and a big bruise under one eye.