The dusty box in the Attic
In only a week and 3 days my life was spun and knocked right out under my feet. Yes I cried. Yes I got blood on me. Yes i'm probally scarred. Yes I went to a goody-goody to a bad girl. Yes there is only 2 survivors. Yes I miss my friends. It was my birthday. We were just drawn to the attic. Yes we were just 7 innocent juniors in high school. It was just a sleepover.
And, damn the dusty box in the attic.
