I was in the attic with Soda as we were cleaning it out. The attic was dark and a little damp. It was full of cobwebs and dust. The sun was trying to shine in on the little window in the attic, trying to make it look at least a little less creepy looking.

"Soda, do we really have to do this?" I asked him.

"Just clean it fast to get it over with. You know Darry'll skin you alive if we don't clean it out." Soda replied.

I sighed. I'd rather be hanging out with Johnny at the movie house than cleaning out this old attic. This house has to be at least one hundred years old.

I was cleaning a small part of the attic when I stumbled upon a box. I looked inside it.

There were some old photos. One was a little girl. About nine years old. The photo was old so it was hard to make out what she looked like. From what I saw, it was a little girl, with two braids halfway down her back. She was wearing a dress about four inches above her ankles. She was standing up and she wasn't smiling, which I guess was normal considering it was back in the 1800's. I kept looking in the box.

It was just small stuff. Like an old ragdoll that had a blue checkered dress and brown yarn hair. When I picked it up, I felt as if someone was sad, which made me sad for some reason. It sure wasn't Soda because he was smiling and whistling as he was cleaning.

I put the doll back immediately. That was freaky.

I kept looking. I found an old slate, slate pencil, bonnets, hair ribbons, and very old yellow flowers.

I closed the box. On the box, R.I.P. was engraved. Rest in peace? Did that little girl die? R.I.P. does mean rest in peace. I felt anguish for this poor little girl who must've died a long time ago with only this box left behind for people to remember her.

"Hey, Soda, did this box belong to mom and dad?" I asked.

"I wouldn't think so." Soda said with a fast glance.

I don't think it would be though. I mean, the box was completely covered in cobwebs. It was also hidden in a way, stuffed into a corner, where no one would look.

I studied the box for another moment. It was old and wooden. I still felt sadness as I held it. It got really strong so I quickly put it down without breaking it.

"Wow Pony, are you okay?" Soda asked.

"Yeah, I'm just great." I lied.

When we were done I was the last to walk out. I swear I heard crying as I left the attic.