Life Points Onwards[Re-Writing]

Chapter 18

Terry. I typed into the google search bar. I bit my lip. There were so many Terrys in this world. How would I know she was the one I was looking for? Quickly grabbing my coat, I went back up to the attic.

The attic was very cold because there was no heater. It was also very crowded, but surprisingly organized. It just took a long time to find what you really wanted.

I went through boxes for hours, and I had still not found what I needed when Janice came up to the attic looking for me.

"Megan! What are you doing?" She saw me on my hands and knees, going through boxes. I looked up sheepishly with a lot of sweat on my forehead.

"Janice."

"What?"

"Did I know anybody named Terry when I was younger?" I asked her while wiping the sweat off. She crossed her arms.

"Maybe. I can't remember the names of your friends, Megan." Janice was about to leave the attic when she stopped. "Wait."

"What? Did you remember something?" I eagerly stepped forward to listen to her reply. She turned around with a finger on her chin.

"Coming to think about it, you did have one odd friend." She held up a hand. "Here. I might have some pictures in my room." She led me down the hall to her room, and she took out a box from under her bed.

"How come you have pictures of me?" She shrugged.

"I go through it when I'm upset sometimes. Every photo in there has a date, so just look through it." She patted my shoulder and shut the door in my face.

Sighing, I took the heavy box of photos and sat down on the floor. My thoughts were confirmed correct when I opened the box. The box had tons of photos, but to my relief, they were all organized. Of course, this is Janice we're talking about.

The first picture I took out was a picture of me and Sofia. I hugged the photo to my chest. It had been so long since I had seen Sofia. She was my old best friend, but she moved away when I was eight.

2015. 6. 10

And~ We're going swimming!

The photo made me burst with smiles. I took out the photo and pinned it on my wall, hoping that Janice wouldn't mind that I took it. It took up a big place on my wall, and I knew that it was worth having it's own space.

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For the next hour, I sat on the floor, going through all the photos. Now, there were probably only a dozen photos left in the box, when I encountered an odd picture.

It was me and a girl. She had curly brown hair and a small face. She was smaller than me, but she had probably grown a lot. She wore designer clothes with a small Prada bag in her right hand. I couldn't help but think, Who was this girl? What kind of girl, at the age of seven, had a Prada bag? I examined the picture again for a better and closer look.

"Megan." My sister appeared at the door. I quickly put the picture down and looked up at her.

"Yeah?"

"Dinner's ready." She helped me up, and we both headed downstairs. The dinner table was set up to pasta, salad, and some drinks. As we sat down to eat, I asked my sister the question I had in my head.

"Janice, I found a picture of me and this strange girl. I think it's Terry." I put some salad in my mouth. Janice covered her mouth while chewing, and opened again when the food was gone.

"Depends. What's your definition of strange?" She set down her cup after finishing the Sprite.

"I don't know. Prada bag, designer clothes?" My sister choked on her food, and I quickly gave her some water to wash it down. She then looked at me with incredulous eyes.

"What kind of seven year old wears Prada?" She doubled over, laughing. I smiled. It had been a long time since I saw my older sister smile like that. "That's funny. But isn't there a name on the back? Even if I don't remember now, I'm sure I would've written something on the back in the past."

"I'm not sure. I was still looking at it when you came in." I took another sip of the juice. She laid her head on her hands, thinking deeply.

"Can you bring the picture?" She asked and I nodded. Sprinting up the stairs, I quickly returned to the kitchen table with the picture.

"It's just... doesn't that girl look familiar?" I sucked in some breath. I looked at her intently, and her eyes wandered up and down from the picture.

"She does, actually."

"Right?"

"She looks a lot like a rich kid." Janice squinted at the picture. "Not a girl you would've been friends with." That was true. I wasn't usually friends with kids like this because most were arrogant and self- absorbed. But there must have been a reason if we were in this photo together.

"I think she was."

"Hm. But is that me in the background?" In the background, there were two people, but they were a bit faint. One of them definitely looked like my older sister. "I never went to places with you, so why would I be in the background?" Good question. My sister was always an introvert, so unless she had a book with her, she refused to go outside. And even if she did, well, her eyes were glued onto a book.

"I don't know. Maybe that was before you became a bookworm?" I said playfully, but Janice shook her head.

"But mom always went to playgrounds with you. And anyhow, who's that girl next to me?" Another odd girl, but this time with straight black hair and blue eyes was talking with Janice in the background.

"I don't know. She's pretty." I stated a fact that wasn't said by anyone. She looked like she stepped out of a Vogue magazine. Somewhere, in my head, I knew that the girl in the back was familiar.

Finally, my sister turned the photo around.