The Stolen Stagecoach

Part IV

Jaclyn's room was a complete mess.

She actually shared a room with Carter, and while no official boundaries were made in the room, you could tell by looking what places the siblings inhabited. Carter's side was immaculate and peaceful, but Jaclyn's mess was everywhere. It was like her mess was a bacteria eating bread, slowly mold-ifying every square inch of the food until nobody could even look at it anymore.

"What's this?" Misa asked, holding up a handmade wooden box.

"A periscope." Euphemia said, picking up the spare clothes, likely painting clothes, off the bed. "Get moving back to the living room."

"Sheesh, I'm goin'."

Euphemia looked around the room. Arts and crafts everywhere, boxed seasons of a cartoon they used to watch together, an unfinished birdhouse, Euphemia couldn't help feeling nostalgic remembering the pranks Jaclyn used to do to Carter.

Carter. Laughing Jaclyn. Lots of paint.

Euphemia laughed and set the clothes back on the bed and went to the garage to see how Jaclyn made the prank.

She was quite shocked to find a brown and black stagecoach.