http://www.blogigo.com/megsblog en Margaret_Murry Margaret_Murry Tue, 17 Jul 2007 09:10:00 +0200 daily 1   Camazotz seemed exactly the same as Earth. There were trees such as birches, pines and maples. It seemed like Autumn there. The three W's then left, but before that, Mrs. Which told us to go into the town and not get seperated. Mrs. Whatsit and Mrs. Who also gave some advise, and Mrs. Who gave me her glasses and told me to use them as a last resort.   The town was laid in angular patterns. The houses were all the same, everything looked the same. There were children playing outside the houses. Some were skipping rope and others were bouncing balls. It seemed like ordinary children at home, but I though that something was different about their play, yet I could not put my finger on it. Suddenly, Charles Wallace said that the children were playing in rhythm. It was true. When the skipping rope hit the pavement, the ball did. It was all in rhythm. All identical, like the houses and the number of flowers. Then, the doors of the houses opened at the same time, and out came woman who seemed... Tue, 17 Jul 2007 09:10:00 +0200 http://www.blogigo.com/megsblog/Camazotz/3/ http://www.blogigo.com/megsblog/Camazotz/3/   It was another ordinary day. School was horrible, as usual. During Social Studies, the teacher was sarcastic just because I couldn't answer some questions. I left the classroom and the principal, Mr. Jenkins sent for me during study hall. He repriminded me but I didn't really care. Well, not until he mentioned my father and asked if there was any news from him. Wasn't he concerned! I bet that he was just curious. I was furious.   After school, Charles Wallace suggested that we went to see Mrs. Whatsit. I was reluctant at first, but agreed after deciding to take Fortinbras (Our dog) along. On the way, we meet this boy, Calvin O'Keefe. In the old supposedly haunted house, we met a woman called Mrs. Who, which was one of Mrs. Whatsit's friends.   We later brought Calvin back home for dinner. He told me that he thought I was lucky and described his living conditions to me. I then realised that because I thought I was plain and had a horrible life, I did not pay... Mon, 16 Jul 2007 12:57:00 +0200 http://www.blogigo.com/megsblog/The-Journey/2/ http://www.blogigo.com/megsblog/The-Journey/2/   The title just can't describe today better. I just can't stand school! This morning, one of the teachers said that I was a poor student. To make myself feel better, I rough-housed a little, only to be insulted by one of the girls, who said that I "always act like a baby".   On the way home from school, some boy said something about my "dumb baby brother". I was just so mad that I simply threw my books on the side of the road and tackled him. In the end, I arrived home with a torn blouse and a huge bruise under one eye. And that was not the end of my horrible day.   I thought that a good sleep would solve my problems. But it did not. There just happened to be a storm that night. Or rather, a hurricane. And I had the luck to be able to sleep in the attic bedroom. I knew that I asked for it...But it isn't a privilege during a hurricane. I decided to go to the kitchen to make myself to cocoa. There, my brother Charles Wallace was sitting at the table... Sun, 15 Jul 2007 23:37:00 +0200 http://www.blogigo.com/megsblog/A-very-tiring-day/1/ http://www.blogigo.com/megsblog/A-very-tiring-day/1/