Don't say I didn't warn you. New Story! Recollection of Leah's memories as she goes through her attic in search of her past.
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Recollections
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I sighed, it was raining outside and there was nothing for me to do. I looked around and then it hit me.
I walked to the second floor until I stood before them.
Lightening struck outside and thunder rolled.
I crawled up the dusty steps to the attic once more, stairs creaking.
Squeaking.
Wisps of old, the smell of things untouched.
Untarnished layers of antiquity, of old junk.
And then there it was, in all its glory.
Still, unmoving.
The memory chest.
And so the journey begins.
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I hefted the lid, it weighed of thoughts long abandoned, of sunny days and endless weeks.
I coughed as a layer of nostalgia settled over me. I waved it away and stuck my hand inside, I grasped something and slowly lifted it out.
I gasped as I brought out the seashell and memories started to flood back...
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"Leah! Come into the water!" Baby Seth yelled at me grinning with all his teeth, His fat cheeks squished as he beamed.
"No Seth," I said patiently, not even looking at him. "I'm building a sandcastle."
He smiled even wider; "Can I help? Pwease?"
I sighed loudly; "Just don't ruin anything."
"I wont!" He plopped down beside me.
"Seth, go get some water and put it in the bucket." I thrust the bucket into his hands, he took it and wobbled to the water in his red swim trunks. He came back even slower with the weight of the water in the filled bucket,
"Seth careful, don't spill it--"
Too late. Baby Seth, in slow motion, fell onto the sand, bucket overturning and drenching the castle.
Which was no longer a castle.
"Seth! You ruined it! I hate you!" I stomped off angrily, fists clenched at my sides. He, looked after me, big bambi eyes wide and sad. Huffing, I sat down with my back to him, angry, sad and frustrated.
--A while later--
I felt a small tap on my exposed shoulder, the light and small touch of his fingertips gave away that it could be no one but Seth.
"Go away." I grumbled to him.
"Pwease, I'm sorry. I bwought you something." That caught my attention and I turned to him. He smiled a little and opened his fist over my open palms.
I looked at the pretty white Seashell. It really was beautiful.
"I'm sorry." I looked at him and grinned.
"Wanna go play in the water now?" I asked him, that little boy always won my heart in the end. His eyes widened in joy.
I picked him up and ran to the water, I placed him down gently. He splashed me.
"Ooh, you're going to pay for that one!"
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I realized I was smiling and I felt a pang to the heart.
I gently put the white seashell back inside the big brown chest and looked out the window. It was still raining. I knew it wouldn't stop for a while.
I shook myself slightly, steadying myself as I reached into the chest once more.
Ready for another batch of memories.
Ready to continue the journey in the past.
Who is always there when I need a shoulder to cry on?
My brother
Who is the one I can go to when I'm in any bind?
My brother
My brother never judges me
He is always there with a hug
Though we fight,
He always has a reason for his anger
And when its not me,
He always says Sorry
He is the best brother I could ask for
And I'm proud to call him mine.
By: ChiLee Tipton
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xxTunstall Chickxx
8/11/08