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Age: High School
Reading Level: 2.3
Chapter One
I sat at the back of the classroom, arms folded over my chest. I hated days like today. There was nothing wrong with me.
Put anyone else in my shoes and ask them what they wanted. I'm sure they would tell you the same thing. To never, ever do that again. I shook my head quickly to clear the memories. No point in keeping them. No point in making more.
"Eleanor!" Mr. Tarniby barked, hitting his fist on the table. I can't help you if you don't listen to me!
"I never asked for help," I answered sharply. It was true. None of this was my idea.
"You don't want to train anymore," he said. It was the same argument every time.
"I didn't know what it was like," I told him. That's the truth. I never knew how bad it could hurt to lose someone. Someone you cared about. Someone you loved.
And I definitely hated our sessions in the dusty, unused classroom. "From what I have been told, you really enjoyed it," he said.
"Traveling through time is just like traveling our world," I insisted. "Some places rock. Some places suck."
Eleanor, Eleanor, Eleanor!
He nodded his head and reached down beside my desk. When he stood, he was holding my red backpack for me. I slid my arms into the straps and walked quickly out of the room.