"Emma, for the tenth time, please clean the attic! When your father gets home from tour I want the whole house completely clean." Mom nags once again. I roll my eyes and get off the couch.
"Who cares if the attic is clean?" I whine, walking into the dining room where mom was cleaning the credenza.
"I do, now go clean it!" I sigh but give in, knowing this wouldnt go away.
I walk up to the second floor. I could hear Aidan in his bedroom, singing along to some song i've never heard.
I pull the attic door open and climb up the ladder. Dust flies around, causing me to cough and sneeze a few times.
I flicker on the old light, and take in my surroundings. Mostly dust covered boxes, a few old pairs of shoes... and a bunch of posters from my dads old concerts.
I grab the first box and look through it.
A bunch of baby clothes from me and Aidan. I just toss it to the side, as another box catches my eye.
It was labeled memories from high school.
Oddly specific.
I rip it open, to find a bunch of Polaroids piled at the top. Most of them were of mom and dad, uncle Cal, uncle Mikey, uncle Ash and aunt Allie.
I knew they were all friends senior year. But that's all I really knew. For whatever reason, mom and dad never told us much about high school or how they met.
Just simply dad was a foreign exchange student.
I continued digging through the fragile box and eventually found something other than pictures.
It was a brown, leather book with a few words etched into it.
Claire Avery's Diary
My mother had a diary?
I open up the first page to see a picture taped into it.
It seemed to be an old photo. Mom and then dads band.
My family...
I flip to the next page, but what I didnt know, was that I was about to unveal a love story.
My parents love story.
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Sorry if this is terrible and too short 😕
But the story is going to hopefully be amazing so get ready and make sure you have a box of tissues!
Update: Okay I wrote this story like two years ago and I'm currently going through and editing it because it's awful and for some reason people are still reading it 😂 So I'd rather not be embarrassed further (I used the wrong form of your/you're, *cringe*)
~Claire