This is just the prologue so it'll get better. Please review.
Kirsten dragged herself and the mountain of paperwork she was carrying through the front door. She's had a tough day at work. Her father hadn't been at work all day and she had to carry his workload as well as her own. She was looking forward to kicking off her boots and sitting down with a cup of coffee. Kirsten dumped her bag on the kitchen table, "SETH? RYAN?" she yelled loudly hoping for an answer. The boys hadn't told her if they were going out after school. Sandy was at work so she called out again, "BOYS? IS ANYBODY HOME?" There was no answer. She scanned the kitchen for a note before realising that they would probably be in the pool house. She clomped out and toward the pool house and pushed open the door. She found Seth lying on the bed flipping through one of his many comic books. "Where's Ryan?" Seth didn't answer her, "Seth?" He continued to read his comic book. "SETH!" she yelled. Seth jumped and scrambled onto the floor. He was tugging at the earphones he had in. "What? What is it?"
"Where's Ryan?"
"He's in the bathroom." Seth said confused, "Why?"
"I arrived home to an empty house and just wanted to know where my son's were. Is that such a crime?"
"No. Is traumatising your first born a crime...? Yeah I'm gonna have to look into that." Kirsten sat on the edge of the bed and took off her shoes, "Uh mom are you planning on staying? Cause Ryan was gonna help me clean out my room."
"I'm not staying my shoes are hurting me so I'm taking them off. Why've you taken such a sudden interest in cleaning your room?"
"Not cleaning mom. Cleaning OUT. Summer says I hold on to too much crap and I have to get rid of it or she won't be coming back into my room. So I say it's a choice between Summer or the three year old sandwich I have under my bed."
"Mmm tough decision."
"Yeah well I did grow pretty attached to the sandwich and I gotta admit it'll be hard to let go but I'm gonna have to go with the girlfriend."
"Ahh good choice. Cleaning out huh? That's a pretty good idea. We've never cleaned out the attic once since we moved here."
"Yeah mom, have fun."
Kirsten padded back into the main house and began to make a cup of coffee. As she sat down at the kitchen table the phone rang. It was Sandy calling to tell her he would be home late again. He was working with Rachel. She tried to push her paranoia about them out of her mind but she couldn't. Just then Seth and Ryan came into the kitchen, "Hey mommy." Seth said in a mock baby voice.
"Hey Kirsten," Ryan greeted in his usual tone.
"Hey. You two getting ready for a clean out?"
"Yeah Seth's making me. But I made sure that he has no illusions of me brandishing a feather duster." Ryan laughed in spite of himself before following Seth upstairs. When Kirsten finished her coffee she collected her things. She took them upstairs to her room before pulling on a pair of sweats and one of Sandy's old Berkeley shirts. She tied her hair back and went into the hall. She tugged on the cord and the attic door flipped down into a set of stairs. She climbed them carefully and switched on the light.
She looked around to find a mountain of boxes in one corner and loads of Chrismukkah decorations in another. Seth's cradle and his crib were propped up against the boxes and there was a few bags filled with clothes dotted all over the room. As her eyes adjusted more to the light she noticed in one of the corners there was a pile of boxes labelled Kelly and next to them was a smaller heap labelled Caleb. She crouched down and peered into the boxes and found nothing but a mass of old clothes. She decided to start with the Chrismukkah decorations.