'Hm,' she thought to herself. She had opened her closet to reveal a dark trunk, that had clearly aged. 'Should I open it? Is it to early?' It didnt take her very long to decide that it in fact was not too early, and opened the trunk.
It was a mix of old stuff from her childhood: medals, gymnastics costumes, tap shoes from her time in dance when she was young, and at that moment, she knew she had been slightly let down. It was unrealistic, but she partially expected this moment to be a jaw-dropper, a mind-blower, a complete shock to her. 'I guess my past isn't that interesting.'
She decided it wasn't really worth her time to keep looking. She tucked what little things she had moved back into the trunk, hoping that maybe years and years from now, it might mean a little more.
That night, she tucked herself into her bed, and went to sleep as usual.
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"Where am I?" She spoke, out loud.
She looked around, and found herself in what seemed to be a museum-of-sorts. The walls and tables were covered with things. Either she had lost her memory, because she certainly didn't remember coming here, or this was just a very vivid dream.
She walked towards one of the walls, which had various crafts that looked like they were made by a little kid. She looked a little bit closer, and noticed her name on each of them. 'What?'
She grabbed one to really inspect it.
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1. Creativity
"Hey Isaac, did you make your costume yet?" She said, sitting at her deck.
"No, I have to go eat something first, and you know how I am."
The clock read 7:45 am. She had quite a bit of time before she had to make it to the bus stop, and she was well aware of how quick she could get ready, (declaring herself "unlike other girls", and more of a tomboy, who could get themself ready quick), so she used this to her advantage, and got up early to have extra "crafting time".
Even when she was much younger, she was known as a crafty person. Her grandma had been the cause of most of that, encouraging jewelry making, handmade cards, drawing, painting, and much more whenever she went to visit her. Now, she had regularly only worn jewelry that she had made herself, only ever gave handmade paper cards for birthday gifts, (which happened to be peculiarly folded pieces of craft paper that contained the usual writing that a birthday card has), and even made "elf costumes" for winter, in an attempt to convince the Christmas elf that appeared every December to talk to her.
This was a personality trait she took pride in, and her room contained various craft supplies that she could use at a moments notice. She wanted to show how different and creative she was by what she could make.
She also tended to try to involve other people in this; at the moment, it had been her little brother Isaac, who was young enough to rope into this kind of thing, contrary to her two older siblings, Abigail and Daniel, who were a little to old to be pulled into her childish nonsense.
She was maybe 7 or 8 at this time.
"Isaac, we're already two days into December, and we cant wait much longer. If you want me to, I can make your hat for you, but I don't think I can finish your outfit, on top of mine, before we have to go to school."
Isaac was already half of the way down the hall, and despite the fact that it was against the house rules to yell room-to-room, he responded. "Yeah, make me the hat but I want to make my own costume."
