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ZeAwesomeOne
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Cat placed her hands on her hips as she stared down the cluttered attic. "Why do I always end up doing the manual labor all by myself?" Moving was trouble enough, but being forced to clean out your own room without help? For goodness sake, hasn't she been through enough already? She let out an exhausted sigh. Sadly, this was the cards she was dealt and she was going to have to deal. She had made a little progress in the attic, just enough to get her few things into the room. After the accident, she didn't have much left. She was going to have to go out with her aunt sometime to buy some things to make to make it more like home. By the one window, a picture sat of a happy family from a much better time. "If you saw me now, mom, you would be so surprised…." She said looking back at the picture. The though caused a small smile to spread across her face. She had never knew she had an aunt this far away. Her mother did not speak much of her. It was shame because her aunt seemed to be so nice, and has been very helpful with the whole thing. It made her wonder why she hadn't heard of her that much. Maybe she would ask later? She gave a little shrug and turned to an iPod that sat on a speaker dock. "Might as well jam out a little while I work," she said, pressing play. Once the song started, she turned her attention to the boxes. She just need to move them to the other side of the room and organized them so that her aunt and uncle could go through them and move them to storage. She hummed to her music as she moved the boxes to a more organized fashion. She went through a few boxes. She didn't mean to be nosey, she didn't know much about her aunt and uncle that she thought she could learn some stuff while cleaning. One of them must a collector of antiques because there were many old artifact sitting up here that weren't exactly good for home décor. Cat found a few of them charming, and thought about asking to take some to decorate her room with. One of her favorite sounds came on and she sang along with a small voice.
"Like autumn turns leaves, winter will breathe, cold on our necks, snow in our paths.
Wherever she goes, all that I know about us is that beautiful things never last,
That's why fireflies flash."
She turned to move a box over, accidently knocking over another with her hip. She swore under her breath and checked to see if there was anything was damage. It was another box full of antique and none of them, thankfully, were broken. With a relief sigh, she started packing the box up. She took her time to pack the box, looking at each item. One thing that really caught her eye. It looked like an old oil lamp. One of her friends back in the city was obsessed with them. This one was much older looking then the ones he had. It was very ordinate and made of what seemed like to be copper. Cat examined the oil lamp, tossing it back and forth in her hands. It much be worth a bunch these days, especially with copper prices. Some parts of the surface was scratched and scuffed, but that could be easily fixed with a little scrubbing and buffing. She took a part of her tank top and started to rub of the dust that had settled on it. Maybe this would one of the things she asks to keep……
"Like autumn turns leaves, winter will breathe, cold on our necks, snow in our paths.
Wherever she goes, all that I know about us is that beautiful things never last,
That's why fireflies flash."
She turned to move a box over, accidently knocking over another with her hip. She swore under her breath and checked to see if there was anything was damage. It was another box full of antique and none of them, thankfully, were broken. With a relief sigh, she started packing the box up. She took her time to pack the box, looking at each item. One thing that really caught her eye. It looked like an old oil lamp. One of her friends back in the city was obsessed with them. This one was much older looking then the ones he had. It was very ordinate and made of what seemed like to be copper. Cat examined the oil lamp, tossing it back and forth in her hands. It much be worth a bunch these days, especially with copper prices. Some parts of the surface was scratched and scuffed, but that could be easily fixed with a little scrubbing and buffing. She took a part of her tank top and started to rub of the dust that had settled on it. Maybe this would one of the things she asks to keep……