Homesick

8

Abby

Wednesday, June 5

I can not believe Emily went snooping in my room! And she found the box! The most frustrating thing about Emily was that she was very stubborn. She wouldn't ever give up on something if it meant she would have to wonder about it until somebody told her. I wished I hadn't found that box. Quinnly pushed my door open, making me jump. Ughhhh... this week was so slow. Quinnly made muddy footprints on my comforter, so I had to take it off my bed and drag it down the long staircase. The stairs were very steep, and sometimes I thought I would fall down them if I wasn't looking where I was going.

After throwing my comforter into the wash, I heard the voice from the box speak again. It said, "Make a wish, Abby. Make a wishhhhhh..." I was terrified of what would happen next. I ran to Emily's room and told her about the whispering. "And then it told me to make a wishhhhhh..."I said. "Really Abby? Do you have to be so over dramatic", she didn't believe me. I could see it in her eyes. "I'm telling the truth! We have to get rid of it straight away", she looked at me more serious this time. "We'll burn it tomorrow when mom does the trash". Our mom and dad would burn the trash, but only cardboard and papers. Plastic was bad for the environment they would say.

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Wednesday, June 5

I knew I'd heard voices. Someone was finally back in the house. Maybe I could escape. If one of them would just unlock that door down there. I would always think about myself going insane. I don't think it will happen. My box had created another hole the other day, and killed someone! My box was this old music box mother had given me after my father died in this house. She knew I liked music, so to make me feel better she would get me musical things. The music box was my favorite, and the only thing I had left of hers.

There was another little girl in my room. Her name was umm... oh crap, I don't remember. But she has a sister and both parents. Well used to have both parents. I don't know if you know this but my box accidentally killed her dad. She wished into the box, but the box is different. It changes things, words. She wished for her dad to mind his business. My box is evil, very evil. I tried to stop it the first time this happened. That didn't go so well.

I was going to explore that attic, even if it scared me. I reached for the handle, and slowly pulled open the door, a raid something was going to jump out at me. I looked for my match and lit it, making shadows dance across the wall and up the dark stairwell. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. When I opened them back up, my match had gone out. I quickly lit another and continued up the stairs. My heart was beating so fast, I could hear it in my ears. I reached the top, and saw a small window that leaked very little sunlight but enough that I could see. I blew out my match and looked around. A small rodent ran across in front of me. I screamed, but after realizing that it was just a mouse, I stopped. Suddenly I heard a loud bang. I heard my mother scream and call my name.

"Colin, come quick!", she said. I ran to her aid and saw my father in the ground unconscious. Mother was crying. I tried to comfort her, but she sent me to my room. All day I could only think of father and what happened. Is he dead? I could hear my mother crying. I didn't understand what happened. My heart raced as I heard the hospital truck pull up. They carried my father away, and I never saw him again.

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his pov is ... so in case you were confused that's him. I might change it to Colin later during editing but for now it's ...

Cassidy<3