okay so last night a story came to my mind so i ran the the computer to jot it all down then i created chapter 1 tell me what you think and if I should continue?
CHAPTER 1:THE ATTIC
Okay It's not like I meant to find it I was just looking through some stuff in the attic. Wait lets start from the beginning. It was Tuesday I finished my homework I did my room in the morning I was good so I decided to take a look upstairs. I hate attics I dont even know why I went up there in the first place, but when I got up there I couldn't come down. It was amazing,boxes filed so high just wanting to be opened. One box in particular caught my notice it wasn't really a box more of a chest and when I opened it another box smaller and it looked more like a jewlry box but it had a lock so i searched the chest and found a compartment with a small key so small I thought I missed it. I picked it up ready to find what could be in the little box. I put the key in the key hole and turned it the top popped open scaring me causing me to drop the box! I slowly picked it up again I was just about to open it the rest of the way when a car honked from out front, "Great moms' home!" I muttered sarcastically. I shut the small box and put it away then bounded down the flight of stairs taking two at a time, I almost hit buster our German Shepard dog.
When I got outside my 8 year old brother Jud came out with a box, "Eww what is that?" I said disgusted. "What you dont like my pet snake?" He asked with mock humor to his words. "Mom you bought him a snake?" I asked my mother critically she hates snakes as much as I do. "No i didn't buy him anything his friend George gave it to him and he did the face what could I say?" What could she say no one could resist the face it derived everyone crazy! After we unloaded the car and set the table for dinner I forgot all about that little box in the attic.
The next day dad came home from his business trip. As soon as he walk in the door I rushed to give him a hug, but he he flinched. "Dad what happened?" I asked starting to get concerned. He hated that he usually says, "My 14 year old daughter shouldn't be getting concerned for me I'm a big boy!" That always made me giggle, but he just looked at me and said "I was shot, the bank got robbed the other day and i was in the wrong place at the wrong time, nothing bad just a little hole thats already been treated to." He said it like he didn't want to discuss it further but not mom never mom, she jump out of her chair and rushed to him asking a million questions. I knew he was getting annoyed I know because he makes these weird grunting sounds. My mom finally got a clue to leave him alone for the night and sat back down. We finished dinner and headed to our rooms and as soon as I laid my head down I heard a bell like ring, I knew it was all in my head but still it sounded so clear yet so faint. I finally got to sleep dreaming of what could have been inside that small box.