Chapter 1
"It all started 15 years ago when my mom told me to clean the upstairs attic….."
I awoke with a start hearing my mom call my name. "Karla I told you to clean the attic an hour ago." "Sorry mom I fell asleep. I'm going right now." Sometimes she can be so strict
I walked down the hall to the attic. When I opened the door a loud creaking sound could be heard. "Note to self" I thought 'Oil door". As soon as I finished opening the door a gust of wind came at me. Everything up there was covered in dust. There was an old mirror by the window on the right side. Right next to the mirror was an old chest.
I opened it up and found some old clothes. These looked like they were from the early 1900's. I decided to try one on….I mean this could be fun. The dress actually fit me. I decided that I should stop playing around and actually start going through all the boxes.
The first box I pulled out was sort of heavy. When I opened it up I saw a few more clothes and a really old diary.
This diary was made out of brown leather, and had something written on it in Celtic. It must have been from one of my Irish ancestors. My mom did always tell me that I had an Irish temper.
Curiosity go the best of me, so I decided to open the diary and see what was inside. As soon as I unhooked the latch the pages started turning on their own. They stopped abruptly on a certain page. All of a sudden a stream of light came from the book and sucked me inside. This is where my story begins
"It all started 15 years ago when my mom told me to clean the upstairs attic….."
I awoke with a start hearing my mom call my name. "Karla I told you to clean the attic an hour ago." "Sorry mom I fell asleep. I'm going right now." Sometimes she can be so strict
I walked down the hall to the attic. When I opened the door a loud creaking sound could be heard. "Note to self" I thought 'Oil door". As soon as I finished opening the door a gust of wind came at me. Everything up there was covered in dust. There was an old mirror by the window on the right side. Right next to the mirror was an old chest.
I opened it up and found some old clothes. These looked like they were from the early 1900's. I decided to try one on….I mean this could be fun. The dress actually fit me. I decided that I should stop playing around and actually start going through all the boxes.
The first box I pulled out was sort of heavy. When I opened it up I saw a few more clothes and a really old diary.
This diary was made out of brown leather, and had something written on it in Celtic. It must have been from one of my Irish ancestors. My mom did always tell me that I had an Irish temper.
Curiosity go the best of me, so I decided to open the diary and see what was inside. As soon as I unhooked the latch the pages started turning on their own. They stopped abruptly on a certain page. All of a sudden a stream of light came from the book and sucked me inside. This is where my story begins