GENRE: Middle Grade
Attic – a large, often forgotten room nestled snuggly at the top of a house. A vast storage area, filled with boxes of memories and mysteries!
Tick Tock, Tick Tock. The minutes ticked away on the old mantle clock. Jan McMillion watched the pendulum swing back and forth as she waited for the arrival of her dad and Sarah.
She jumped up from the couch. “Mom, they’re here!” Jan’s long legs took her out the living room door and onto the front porch. She stood at the top of the steps and waved. A cool puff of wind laced with the scent of honeysuckle swished through her long blond hair and she heard a spooky whisper emanate from the attic. “Who’s there?” said Jan as she stepped down and looked up toward the roof of the house. “Who called my name?” I must be hearing things, she thought. There’s nobody in the attic. She scratched her head and then continued down the porch steps.Mr. McMillion’s battered red pickup truck, which he affectionately called Betsy, bounced up
the old dirt road toward their house. The truck’s rattle was a familiar sound to Jan and her
mother. Their dog King jumped up from his favorite spot under the weeping willow tree and ran
to greet them. Her Cousin Sarah’s hand clung to the open window as her body bounced up and
down in the truck seat.