User:Mrodd

"Count to three, Katie!" My younger sister screeched out, her small feet pattering against the old pine floor of our grandmothers' attic. One, two, I thought to myself. My younger sister just loved to play hide-and-go-seek so I'd almost always play with her.

"Three!," I called out, letting my arms fall free in search of one of the splinter-filled walls. "You can't hide from me forever." I called out, and low and behold, from the darkest corner of the attic came a small giggle, that could only be from my little sister.

"Sugar!," She squealed, running into my open arms, and kissing me as she always does. "How do you always fine me?"

As I wrapped my arms around her, I gently whispered into her ear, "When two people really love each other, they'll always be able to find one another... That and you ran into my arms." I giggled, hug-carrying her over to the dress-up chest. Some one in our family must have played with when they were little, kind of sad if you ask me, for something as fun as this, to be trapped up in this attic. Nether-the-less, it was Josie's favourite thing to play with in the attic.

"Do you think Shawn ever played dress up?" Why does she always bring up Shawn? Shawn was our older brother, being 17, he was four years older than me, and eleven years older than Josie. But he died, right here, in this attic, a few years ago.

"I'm sure he did." I smiled, pulling out a pirate hat, and plopping it does on my head.