The box, The book..?

Part 2

"WHY DO I HAVE TO HELP THEM CLEAN THE HOUSE?????" I yell to myself and sigh because I got no answer. Okay, so I'll start by sorting the boxes and packing things and then see if there are any rodents or bugs. Then I'll start to think about where to place everything. Now, this sounds like a plan. I also want to see if there's anything that I might find interesting.

Why is there a- you know what? I give up. I should just start cleaning.

What is this box? This looks old but it's very clean and well-kept. It reads and I quote "never shall one read". What is with their grammar? Are they from the Ice Age or something? Just what is inside? I'm going to keep this away and save it for another time to open. Back to cleaning. Why are there only boxes? 

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Okay, I'm finally done cleaning. Surprisingly there aren't any bugs at all! Now I can finally open that box I found. " LIAN COME UPSTAIRS, LYLA IS HERE"  I heard my mother call. So I guess not meh I'll just open it later. Now I have to meet Lyla out of everyone. 

"I'm here," I said. "Oh my god hi, Lian!" Lyla said dragging the i in hi. "Hello to you too Lyla" I answer somewhat bored. It sounded rude just as I meant it to be. "Okay I need to talk to Lian and after I'm done you both can hang out. Is that alright with you Lyla?" My mother asked too politely in my opinion. "Of course it's fine!" She answered like an angel. Annoying. 

"What did you want to talk about mom?" "On how rude you sounded to Lyla. You both are staying here for 4 years remember? You better not be rude to her again. Do you understand or do I have to tell your father? " my mother said sternly. "I understand" "good now let's go back," she said. 

After we went back I had to talk to Lyla. "Lyla you have to clean the attic it's a little messy if you want Lian will help you clean." My grandmother said. Without asking me. This rather left me feeling sad over angry. "Oh, I would like it if Lian helped I hope she wouldn't mind" save said. Miss, I'm right here you can just ask me you know. I wanted to say that snarky comment out loud but I can't. "She wouldn't mind at all" now my mother answered for me. "Lian go with Lyla to help" I did as I was told but it hurt knowing no one helped me. And I even had a time limit with no time to rest! 

Okay, I admit it I get very jealous very easily but that's not the point. So moving on

"Let's go, Lyla". I said and she followed me to the attic. We enter and it's not even as bad as the basement. I mean all we have to do is move 2 boxes, vacuum, and dust. That's all! "Oh it is a bit dusty right but you'll help so you should dust and vacuum. I'll move the boxes. Let's get moving." So much for caring about what I think. And she just made me do everything. Wow. Even nails on chalkboards sound or a baby even 10 crying are better than her voice if I'm being honest.