Disclaimer: I don't own Hairspray, but I sure wish I did.

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Amber glanced up the stairway to the attic. She remembered when she was four, she, her mother and her father had a great adventure looking through boxes and finding old antiques and fascinating historical objects. Amber did not know why her mother kept all that history stuff; she hated history as much as she hated Negro Day. Amber had a sudden urge to run over to her mother and ask to explore the attic together, but she had pictured Velma's response:

"Are you crazy? I'd certainly ruin my hair. Aren't you a little too old for 'attic exploring', anyway? Practice your Stricken Chicken instead."

So, Amber had no choice but to explore alone. She quickly darted up to wooden steps, which were covered with an expensive red carpet ("Definitely NOT blue!" Velma yelled at the salesman so many times she kept saying it over and over to Amber throughout the week) and opened the wooden door. It was only opened a few times a year, when Velma thought of throwing some of her childhood memories away from her. But this puzzled Amber. The shiny heart-shaped lock that usually kept the door shut was lying on the floor. The matching silver key that her mother kept in a drawer somewhere in the kitchen was next to the lock.

Amber hesitated, but slowly crept in. She looked around, then stumbled over something. Right in front of her was a pink shoebox marked 'Velma'. Amber pried off the lid, eager to see the surprises inside.

She found a mint condition black and white photo of a little girl and boy. The boy had a sailor's outfit on and the little girl had a ruffled party dress, similar to one Amber had when she was little. Amber turned the picture over. In neat cursive writing, the photo said "Velma and Ryan, 1934. Velma 6, Ryan 7." Amber stared at the adorable picture of her mother and her uncle. She knew Uncle Ryan very well, and knew how funny he was. Ryan was Velma's only sibling, and they usually got along just fine.

Amber put the picture down next to the box. She'd have to ask her mother about that sometime, before Velma bit her head off for going into the attic and looking at her personal belongings.

Just then, Amber saw a small purple book. On the front, it read "Velma's Diary". Amber saw that it had a shiny silver lock, similar to the one locking the attic door. Amber had taken the key with her. Maybe it fits, she thought.

She decided to give it a shot, and placed the key inside the little lock on Velma's diary.

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Chapter 2 shall be arriving soon.