Broken Like Glass

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“Dad! I’m bored!” I say as I swing the creaking door back and forth, creating music.

When my dad doesn’t answer, I say it again, “Dad! I’m bored!” Now, I start jumping on the creaking floors.

“DAD!! I’M BORED!!” I yell. I stand right behind him and swing his chair back and forth.

“JENNA NICOLE FISCHER!!” My dad yells, holding both my shoulder with two hands.

“Go take the boxes from the front door and bring them to the attic. There should be some stairs across the hallway that leads there,” he explains.

“Now please leave and let me work!”

I frolic out of the room and walk to the front door.

“Jenna! What are you doing?” My mom yelled from the top floor. My little sister had wanted my mom to help her with something.

“Doing what dad told me to do!” I yell back as I open the door.

“And what was that?” She yells back. “Olivia! Don’t do that to Spot!” My little sister was up to her little schemes with Spot, our adorable little Shih Tzu, again. I have four little sisters, but only Olivia messes with him.

“To take the boxes up to the attic!” I yell as I stack a small box on top of a bigger box.

“OH OKAY!!” My mom yells, louder than necessary. I hear a loud thud on the top floor, but decide to ignore it. I lift the two boxes and carry them to the back of the house. I drop the boxes right next to the stairs and run to get the other boxes. I repeat the same routine five more times until there were no more boxes at the door.

“Jenna! Be careful with those boxes!” my dad yells as I walk past his door.

“I will! What’s in here anyways?” I ask.

“Some important stuff!” he yells back. I don’t ask anymore questions. I learned my lesson that one time I got too nosy and asked what was up in the attic. My dad locked me in there for one hour as a joke. I was stuck up there, yelling and crying. There were too many mice and spiders crawling around up there. I screamed from the top of my lungs when I was laying on the floor, crying and a mouse crawled on my face. For a month, I had a healthy fear of mice and spiders and anything that could be in the attic. I got rid of those fears though. I had to.

I climb up the stairs to the attic. Let me tell you one thing, that attic was beautiful. It was painted a nice cream color and had a beautiful beige couch in the corner. It looked like it was a she-cave before we moved in.

“Dad!” I yell.

“Yes?”

“Can you come here for a minute!” I yell again.

“Yeah!” he yells back. I wait for a minute and he comes climbing up the stairs. I hear him gasp.

“It’s beautiful, right?” I ask.

“Yep, why do you need me here though?”

“I just wanted you to see this.”

“Are you sure or is it because you want to make this your she-cave?” he asks.

“Can I?” I ask.

“As long as you keep it clean and buy your own furniture,” he says, climbing back down. I can do that. I have like $60,000 in my bank account. My grandparents are rich folks and always give me like $1,000 dollars every year from each of them. That’s $4,000 a year. I’m 15 years old. Do the math. That should be exactly $60,000.

“Wait, dad!” I yell.

“Yes?” he asks, probably annoyed.

“What do I do with the boxes now?” I ask.

“Just bring them to my office,” he says. I listen to his orders and bring the boxes to his office. As soon as I finish taking the boxes to his office, I climb back up the stairs. I give myself a little pep talk before starting to clean up the boxes in the left side corner of the attic.  

I probably shouldn’t touch these or even look through them, but they were just so tempting. I open the box on the top and sit on the floor. Inside were some old books that looked very interesting. I should probably keep these. I open the next book and see some decorations for the room, like some cute small lights and small clothespins. I’ll keep those. I open the third book and inside were some more books, but these were newer.

“Divergent, Insurgent, Allegiant,” I read. Interesting. I put the books back into the box and continue looking through the rest of the boxes. The fourth box was filled with cute stuffed animals. The last box had a layer of tissue paper on to. Out of curiosity, I remove the paper carefully and see that the box was filled with transparent balls. I take out one of them and see some writing, Duncan Schwartz the Senator. I get up to ask my dad what these balls were and accidentally dropped it. Surprisingly, there was no noise. The glass shattered in at least 20 pieces, so it would be easy to pick up.

“Excuse me, but who are you?” I hear someone ask. I look up and see a man standing in front of me. He was tall and looked like someone who worked at the White House.

“My name is Jenna, who are you?” I ask, weirded out by this man.

“Oh, forgive me! My name is Duncan Schwartz, pleasure to make your acquaintance,” he says, taking my hand in his hand and kisses it. I pull my hand back,rubbing the part where he kissed it. He had the same name as the person on the ball. Suspicious.

“Jenna! Who are you talking to?” my mom asks. I motion for the guy to hid behind the couch and he listens. I start to clean up the glass just as my mom pokes her head up.

“No one, I was just talking to myself.” I was waiting for her response, and when it didn’t come, I looked up and noticed she had been sucked in by the beauty of the attic space. “I know, beautiful right? Dad says that I can turn it into my own she-cave.”

“Okay, as long as you don’t make me pay for stuff and as long as you clean it yourself,” she says, closing the door.

“Okay, you’re free to come out,” I say, throwing the glass out. When he didn’t answer, I decided to look behind the couch. He disappeared, but I decided not to worry about it. I looked inside the box again and took out some more glass balls. I laid them down gently on the floor and read each one aloud to myself.

“Whitney Williams: physiatrist, Zane Sherman: doctor, Lila Paul: babysitter, Max Lester: professional cook, Jodie Hibbert: piano teacher,” I read outloud. I froze as I took out the next ball. Ella Rose Mcguire: author, actress, singer, and dancer.

“Ella,” I whisper. I rub the name with my thumb as a tear falls on the floor.

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