Young Writers Project: What’s in That Box in the Attic?

Grade 9, Bradford, Vt.
Monday, May 08, 2017

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This week: Attic. In the attic of your grandmother’s house, you find a box labeled with your name. What’s inside?

Grandma’s Story

I decided that I would drive over to my grandmother’s house to help her move the junk from the basement to the attic. After talking to her, I went up to the attic to make some room for everything.

When I was moving around some boxes, I saw a very old, brown book that was covered in dust. I carefully picked up the book and blew away the dust.

It was titled “My Life.”

I opened the book and saw a picture that has been in our family for generations, the first picture of my grandma as a baby. Then I turned a few pages and saw her when she was five, and learning about seashells and why they are shaped in so many different ways.

Then, a thought came into my head, and I flipped to the back of the book. There I found page 96, which is how old she is now.

I got sad at first, because I thought that that meant that my grandmother was going to die soon. But when I looked at the page, I realized that she just hadn't written the rest of her story yet.

Of course she doesn't actually write it herself, someone writes it for her, but she hasn't lived that part of her life yet.

According to this, her big accomplishment for this year was getting to go on vacation with her daughter, my mother. That makes me really happy. I can't wait to tell my mom that she made Grandma's year.

Lost Box

I went upstairs in the attic. I saw a box that had my name on it, so I opened it.

There was a little city inside.

I found out it was a magical box that let me come inside.

I became tiny. I saw everything I had lost at my grandmother’s house.

I have kept the box a secret for forever. It has stayed in the attic and sometime I might go back in it again.