By: Gwyneth

It was a typical day. You had just come home from a particularity horrible day. Your friends left you to go with the "cool kids." Then, they proceeded to make fun of you in any way possible.  You did what you normally do on any day, you walked up to the attic and started to look through the boxes. Which were filled with your grandparents items and memories.  You looked through a certain box you had been saving for a especially bad day.
Look through pictures.
Open jewelry box.