tw// talk of de@th "Hey, Mom, can you drive me to the thrift shop? I've got this homework assignment, and I need to look for old stuff and estimate the time period they were made," I grunt as I throw open the heavy wood front door of our house. She laughs as I round the corner. Sure enough, she's on a call. "Hang on-I appreciate your enthusiasm, Claramae, but I'm too busy with work right now. Maybe ask Emilea?" She goes back to her call. "Yes, I'm sorry about the delay. I think the best choice for marketing our product...." I tune out the rest of the call and go in search of my older sister. Racing up the stairs, I turn right, and right, and left, and finally, I turn left again, knocking on a door I usually wouldn't ever knock on in my life unless I wanted to- "You better have a good reason or you're going to DIE," my older sister says as she swings open the door. I don't doubt her for it at all. She takes FIVE different types of martial arts, is the star of her high school's fencing team, and one of the scariest people I've ever met. "Can you drive me to the thr-" She slams the door in my face. Mom calls from downstairs, "If you want to look in the attic, I won't stop you, we have loads of old stuff there." "Thanks!" I race upstairs again to the attic, and I cough as a blast of dust hits me in the face. There's so much old stuff- curtains, old plates, magazines, lampshades... I eagerly dig into one of the boxes. Two hours later, all I've found that looks promising is an old silver platter that looks like it might be around fifty years old. Nothing else. I sigh. Just then, a ray of light hits a small little nook tucked into the side, revealing... about twenty more boxes? I sigh again, but walk over and open them. These boxes seem MUCH more promising, I think. Sadly, they don't. All I see is a bunch of fancy clothes in the first one: a super-frilly dress, a pair of heels, some fancy gloves, a hair comb, a cape... wait, why the heck is there a CAPE in here? I pull it out, and it looks really... well... if there's a word for a cross between stupid and cool, then that's the word I would use. I shrug and toss it aside. There's also a weird book with a cool-looking bird on the cover. I flip through it, and on the very first page I see a family screaming staring at a fire?? Why is this here?? I flip through it again, seeing more of those fire pictures, and even more weird things. Some sort of chemical formula, pictures of two scars, a creepy eye thing, a weird star/asterisk thing, a swirly thing... I slam the book shut, even though there are more pages, reminding myself why I'm here. There's more jewelry in here. Some rings, two with words on them. SEF and FAV. As I look closer, I realize that SEF are Mom's initials: Sophie Elizabeth Foster. But what about FAV? Dad's initials are KIS. The other ring is just plain with a little stone in the center. It's pretty. There are also some pins. One's a triangle with an eagle holding a ruby rose, and the other is circular with two hands holding an emerald candle. They look expensive. Along with those is a silver square thing, two stuffed animals, one of an elephant wearing a Hawaiian shirt and the other an animal I've never seen before. There's loads more unimportant stuff, too, like crystals. Lots of them. And there are some pictures. Mom and Dad, standing in the middle of a field with a bunch of other people. A boy with silver-tipped bangs and a girl with the same style of hair, a really pretty girl who looks like she could be related to another guy standing with her with teal eyes, and around eight more people. Who are they?
characters are a mix of my ocs and shannon messenger
