Stories of Avalon
Part One: In the Attic
Part One: In the Attic
Avalon hated cleaning the attic. She hated the smell of dust and the way it was cramped, but she was the only one small enough to get into the tiny attic and hand the worn boxes down to her mom. She handed down the last box and crawled down the ladder.
"Is that is?" Avalon's mother Regina asked. With the look on her face, she wasn't expecting so many boxes in such a small space. Her mother was a pack rat and a procrastinator, never a good combination. Avalon looked down iin disgust to realize that she was covered with five years worth of dust. Her mother laughed and Avalon shot her a murderous look and picked up two smaller boxes and followed her mother to the living room downstairs.
They opened their boxes and seperated the contents into haphazard piles of clothes, jewlrey, and books. When the boxes were emptied, each article of clothing was speculated, and thrown into two piles, ceap or give away. Avalon went through the books calling dibs on any book she like which wasn't many.
They continued to open the boxes they had abanodoned in the hallway upstairs and two hours later, they were done. Regina was stuffing things into trash backs and Avalon had curled up with a storybook that was written in an english script, obviously hand written.
'Reader beware. Once you start reading, the stories never stop.' the frist pages said. "That's weird. The pages are blank." she said shutting th book."
(I'll continure later. I gotta go.)
