Don't ever do anything

My horror

We soon arrived at a house with a big, black, fence. I saw my mom on the front porch, waving at me. Her hair was all messy and had dandruff pouring out of her hair. "Get out of the car." My mom's worker said. I hopped out of the car and my mom ran over to the fence. She unlocked it and hugged me. "Hey honey", she said. She smelled like crap. Through the glass front door, I saw my stepfather and I thought of Tessa. It is weird that they kind of looked alike, nah, can't be. I walk slowly up the front porch, and just as my mom is about to smoothen my hair, I dash towards the door, Woo, I made it. I take off my shoes and run up to my room. I stop in my tracks, the whole place is a mess. I walk in sadly and sit down on my bed, and you'll never guess what I saw...

It was an ancient box, probably from the 19th century. I dust it off, it doesn't look like any type of box, strange looking box. "Shoot," I whisper to myself. It needs a key to open, and there was no key. I lock my door quietly and sit down on my bed. I stare around looking for something to brake the lock, but nothing is found. I finally give up and head down the stairs, to find my stepfather sitting down on the couch. He glanced up and grinned at me, "Tinny, come sit on your papa's lap." I ignored that immature request and was attracted to something else, something worth it. I stare at his pocket in amazement, not because I liked his jeans, because there was something in it. It hit me, and you'll never guess what shape it was... To be continued