Random Scenarios i wrote

5. The attic

The smell of aging wood, stale and musty, clung to the air. Signifying the miserable living condition of the attic that seemed to collect dust and other nasty crap it has built up throughout the years. The sunlight, reflecting off the small window, giving the room at least a little vibrancy despite the reeks of damp wood and forgotten things.

My older sister suggested to browse through the attic to try and cure our "teenage boredom", I'm not sure how she's not going to be responsible if one of us dies by some rodents. But hey, not our fault right?

Matthias grunts, his face contorted into a grimace, the smell assaulting his nostrils. "This place smells like ass," he said, though the smell wasn't that bad. He was just being dramatic.

"What did you expect? It's called an attic for a reason'" said Ziel, our friend, his grey eyes darting around the area, taking in the sight. Boxes and worn-down items were haphazardly piled. My sister, meanwhile, was already poking around in a dusty trunk...

Matthias rolled his eyes and muttered a "whatever" at Ziel's response.

I only stood and watch their interaction, before a whispered "hey check this out!" Caught my attention. Drawn by her excited whisper, I moved to see what she'd found.

"Look!," There, with a grin, Mathilda holding it out like she had found some precious treasure. "Its the storybook we used to read each other when we were younger!" It was a children's book, its bright, though faded, illustrations hinting at a long-forgotten story.

"How do you know that?" I asked, taking the book out of her hands, examining the worn cover.

Was it? I'm not entirely sure myself. I'm not the sort of guy to remember his childhood. At least, that's how I remember it.

Matthias and Ziel, now curious, approached.

Matthias snatched the book out of my hands, wanting a closer look, he roughly flipped through the brittle pages.

"Anything interesting?" Asked Ziel,

"No, just a boring children's book." With a soft thud, Matthias tossed the book back to Mathilda, which she nearly fumbled.

Ziel sighed like he had expected that response, "Figured."

He then turned away, his gray eyes scanning the shadowed corners of the attic. "Well, if that's all, let's actually explore this place. There's got to be something more interesting than a dusty old book."

— A/N: I wrote this when I was having writer's block

Idk if I'll continue it