I was living in the 1800s in a tiny little house with my family.My mother was nice and my stepfather was a complete ass. Mom had told me that a relative had been keeping a little bit of money up in the attic for me ot eventually have, so I went to the attic doorand used the combination to open itMy stepfather was following me up so that he coul d take some of the money, and mom suggested I close the door behind me so that I could count it in private. Once I got counting, I noticed a pink piece of paper that said there was about $1500. Next to it, there was a green paper and a huge amount of shells. I looked on the green paper, and it said that the shells were worth over a millian dollars.I yelled downstairs to my mother that there was a millian dollars up there, and my stepfather started yelling and wanting the combination to get into the attic. I started looking around the attic for ways to hide as much as possible on me, considering my parents pillows from their bed that was mysteriously in the attic. I was also looking for a way to sneak out of the attic so that I could exchange the money into something easier to hide.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I was living in the 1800s in a tiny little house with my family.My mother was nice and my stepfather was a complete ass. Mom had told me that a relative had been keeping a little bit of money up in the attic for me ot eventually have, so I went to the attic doorand … <\/p>\n