Sifting through things in the dusty, dirty attic, Lee sneezed as a small puff of dust flew into her face. Damn dust... But, she figured that this was going to be well enough. The attic was spacious enough, and they said that she could do what ever she wanted with the place after she had cleaned it up, but... It was still so weird, so odd. So... Not her room. This wasn't her home, this wasn't where her family resided, err, well technically some of her family did reside in this house, but she hardly knew them. She didn't know much about them or their history, didn't know what they had been through. Hell, today was the first time talking to them! But, at least they were nice enough. Then again, Lee knew that that could also just be a result of them feeling pity toward her. To pity her because she had lost everything. Her parents, her brother, her house... Why did she have to leave and hang out with her friends that day? Why couldn't she had been at home. Maybe then, maybe had she not been out, she could have done something about it. No, she doubted she could have done anything about it. It was a gas leak, and how was she, or anyone else, supposed to know that that would happen? One day they were happy, laughing among each other as they sat around the table for breakfast, and then all of a sudden all of that was gone. As if it had never existed... Lee sniffled a bit, wiping at her nose as she shook her head. Tears were beginning to sting in her eyes as the pictures of her family ran through her mind, and it wasn't because of the dust that picked up. "Stupid gas, stupid explosion..." She wiped at her eyes before throwing down a rag she had and sat down on a box. Her aunt, or the woman who was said to be her aunt, said that they would go shopping tomorrow for some new clothes for her, as well as just a few things that she could have for herself. They would get her all new things, so that she could feel at home here. But the problem was she didn't want to feel at home here. Not out in the country. She wasn't used to the open space, she wasn't used to it being so quiet. Honestly it was quite stifling, but she knew she was going to have to get used to it. She had to. A sigh escaped from her lips as she ran her fingers through her hair, her eyes turning to look up at the ceiling. What was she going to do? How was she going to get over this? She'd just have to keep moving on. Huh, wasn't that what her father always told her? She had always been a daddy's girl, never ashamed to admit it either. But he was gone now, who was she supposed to run to to talk to? "I just... Don't know what to do." She took a deep breath before standing back up, figuring that she might as well get back to work. At least it'd keep her mind off things for the time being. So she started picking things up, wondering whether or not she wanted to keep it or throw it away, flinging things back and forth, keeping things in their place. But when she came across a lamp, the intricate designs on it captured her attention. This looked... Nice, something that she could keep in her room. It might look nice, but the dust on it wouldn't do. So walking over to the rag she had dropped earlier, she started to rub the the dirt away.