Having your mom’s job take you everywhere means taking you to big cities and little cities. But, I haven’t moved to a town as small as Rose Oak.
My mom said that this will be the last time we move, but don’t count on it. It’s moving day once again. We have just arrived and are waiting for the huge moving truck to get to the new house.
The new house that I live in is so old that the floors are made out of wood that creek every time you take a step. The walls are wallpapered with ugly patterns that don’t make the home feel pretty. The house is probably so sad that it is not as pretty as the other houses on the street.
As I step into my new “old” room, the floors creek as always under my sneakers. This room feels dark even though the windows have bright light shining through the windows.
How can I possibly get used to an old house? All I ever lived in was modern houses. I don’t think I, Kennedy Dalliston, could get used to this.
I hear the familiar sound of a moving truck pulling up to the house. Better get out of the mover’s way. I went out into the hallway and stood up on my tip toes to reach the cord to the attic. When we first came here to look at the house, I found that the attic let me be alone for when I needed to be alone. It kept me away from my pesky little brothers and let me think.
I reached up and grabbed the cord and pulled it down. The step ladder appeared and I climbed up. In the attic, it contained a lot of spider webs and dust. It was the coldest place of all in the house. It also contained a lot of boxes. I walked around the attic until I found a spot that I liked. I sat down and looked around the room.
I wondered what the boxes had inside them. I picked a small brown cardboard box and opened it. Inside it contained pictures and photo albums. I picked up an old large brown colored album. I opened the cover and found myself looking at a picture of a young lady holding a cute baby. I looked around the page and found the date. It read: Barbara and Gloria May 23, 1957. Wow these pictures must be really old. I looked through the rest of the album. It was mostly pictures of a young man named William, the young lady Barbara, and the baby Gloria.
I looked through the rest of the pictures in the box. They seemed interesting. I set the box aside and looked around the room, wondering what other pictures and secret things it held.
My eyes landed on a huge dark brown wooden chest. I got up and began walking towards the chest. What could be in it?
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