My, my. I have been an evil person, haven't I? Well, I can't say I have a great excuse, but I can blame some of my absence on my homework. My teachers hate me, I must say. Anyway, I'll try to update very soon, or make this a longer chapter to make up for the delay. My apologies!
Meg hurried back through the mirror, and stumbled into a light-filled room. The bed next to her was empty, and a quick glance out the window (let's pretend the room had windows, shall we?) told her that it was probably around nine o'clock in the morning- just time for ballet practice. Meg scrambled down the hallways to the dressing room, quickly pulled on her shoes and clothes, and made her way to the stage with a few of the late stragglers.
Her mother looked up from her place behind the curtain. "Meg!" she called.
Meg hurried over. "Yes, Mama?"
"Meg, you are late. Where have you been?" her mother asked in her heavy accent.
"I'm so sorry, but I overslept. It will not happen again."
"I do not believe your story. When I went to check on the ballerinas this morning, you were not in your bed. Do you wish to tell me where you were? The truth, please."
Meg sighed. "I cannot tell you. I am sorry."
Mrs. Giry looked sternly at her daughter. "All right, Meg. Kitchen duties for a week."
"Mama!" Meg cried out.
"Meg! You will not go anywhere but the kitchens until you tell me where you were last night."
Meg sighed and looked at her feet. "Yes, ma'am."
"I wish you would tell me, Meg. But if you will not, I will make sure that you do not get into trouble. The Opera House is a dangerous place. Now, go stretch."
Ta-da! Not so good. I swear, I'll try to update soon! I promise the next chapter will be better! Seriously!
