Mary Anne and the Secret in the Attic (9780545690621) by Martin Ann M

Author:Martin, Ann M.
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Scholastic
Published: 2014-06-11T16:00:00+00:00

It wasn’t easy getting through a day at school after sleeping in the attic. I was tired, for one thing, since I hadn’t slept very long. Also, I had a terrible crick in my neck from sleeping in the chair. And, of course, I was still in shock about what I’d discovered reading those letters. All day, I felt incredibly strange and out of place. Nothing looked or felt familiar, and it took a lot of energy to remember where my classes were and how I was supposed to act around my friends. I wasn’t thinking much about what I’d read in those letters; my mind was almost a blank. I didn’t want to think about my past anymore. I realized I’d been better off before, not knowing.

I skipped lunch so I wouldn’t have to sit with my friends. I knew I wouldn’t be able to laugh at any of Kristy’s nauseating jokes about the cafeteria food, or pay attention to Dawn when she talked about some cute boy in one of her classes. I also didn’t want to face Logan, and explain why I hadn’t come to the phone the night before. It was easier to hide out in the library, reading Wuthering Heights for the millionth time and nibbling at my sandwich.

When school ended, I told Dawn I wouldn’t be walking home with her because I wanted to clean out my locker. She gave me a weird look, but luckily she didn’t question me. I dawdled for as long as I could, and then walked home slowly, kicking a stone the whole way. When I got home, I went right to my room and stayed there, patting Tigger and staring out the window over my bed.

At five o’clock I heard a knock on my door. “Mary Anne,” said Dawn. “It’s almost time for our meeting. Want to walk over to Claud’s with me?”

Oh, no. Of course, it was Wednesday. I’d forgotten that we had a BSC meeting. Now I was going to have to sit in Claud’s room and pretend everything was normal. I knew there was no way I could get out of going; I’d been at school that day, so I couldn’t pretend to be sick. But I did not want to walk to BSC headquarters with Dawn and have her question me about my weird behavior.

“No, I’m finishing up my book report,” I lied. “I’ll ride my bike over as soon as I’m done.”

“Okay, see you there,” she said. I heard her run down the stairs. I almost called after her, to ask her to wait for me. I had a sudden impulse to tell her everything. Maybe I would be relieved to talk about it. But then I heard the front door slam, and the impulse passed. Better to keep it to myself for now, I figured. I didn’t want to deal with other people feeling sorry for me — I was having enough trouble dealing with my own feelings.

I lay staring into space

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