object. I removed my hand quickly, and tried to calm my breathing. “There's nothing bad in there, calm down.” I reached in again and quickly withdrew the item.
Laying before me was an old, leather bound book. I softly brushed off the dust and looked for any form of writing, or a symbol that would reveal what, exactly, it was. I didn't find anything as I ran my fingers over it. The smooth leather seemed to calm me. It was cool to the touch and didn't warm up from my body temperature. I looked from my hand to the book. Placing my hand fully onto it, I almost dropped it as the coolness from the book started to seep into my skin.
I looked around the attic, holding the book to my chest. Foregoing putting everything back, I headed down the stairs.
Mom and Brandon were rapidly going through the small pile of clothes that was spread out on the isle. They talked in hushed voices about all the costume possibilities they could be used for. Rose stood in the background, staring up at the ceiling, looking like she was seeking divine intervention. She looked at me as I walked in and quickly made her way over.
“Please tell them that we are
“Seriously guys? You know we'd never go for it.”
“Oh, come on, honey! We're only trying to make this the best costume ever.”
I crossed my arms and sent a frown her way. “And you can achieve that without fluff or sparkles.” My eyes narrowed as I watched them converse quietly. Each gesturing toward Rose and me then quickly shaking their heads.
“Alright,” Brandon said, looking over at us. “No fluff, no sparkles. Got it.”
I ran my hand wearily over my face, then noticed the amount of dirt and dust on said hand. “Ugh, I'm freaking nasty. I'm going to go hop in the shower. Will you guys be okay without me?”
Already busy plotting the costumes, neither Brandon nor Mom looked up.
“Yup, we're good.” Brandon said, waving me off.
I shook my head and looked at Rose. “Why don't you stay up here and make sure they don't go too crazy?”
She nodded in agreement and made her way back over to the counter. “I'm on it.” She said with a wink.
I rolled my eyes and headed downstairs, the book safely pressed into my side.
I walked into the bathroom and set the book gently on the counter. Peeling off the dirty, sweaty clothes, I quickly hopped into the shower. I kept peeking at the book every now and then as I washed the grime away. As I finished rinsing off, a loud rap sounded at the door. “Hold on!” I called out, turning off the water then grabbing a towel off the rack.
I stepped out, and wrapped myself up, and opened the door to see a very irritated Rose. “They're freaking going insane!” she nearly shouted, throwing her arms up in defeat.
“I don’t even want to know.” I glanced back at the book, then stepped out the door.
“Oh yes, you do. They have it in their heads that we're going as fairies.”
I paused. “Seriously?”
“Yup, wings and all.”
I closed my eyes and tilted my head back. “Oh come on! Couldn’t they think of a less girly outfit?”
“Oh, that's not even the good part. Apparently Brandon found some corsets.”
“Please tell me you're joking.”
“Afraid not. I just came down to warn you because they want you upstairs, pronto, in a tank top and shorts. You get to play dress up.” She said sarcastically.
“Why do I have to but you don't?” I sent an accusing look over my shoulder. This wasn't fair at all.
She shrugged and started walking away. “Because I offered you up for the sacrifice.”
I donned the specified clothes and stormed my way upstairs. “You guys can't be serious!”
“Shush. You're trying it on.” With a flurry of activity and fabric, Mom rushed toward me, trapping me against the wall. “The less you fight this, the faster it will be. So just do as I say.” She gave me one of those, 'you better listen to me or else' looks. I sighed heavily and threw up my hands in defeat.
“Whatever. Let’s just get this over with.”
Mom clapped her hands excitedly and made a turning motion with her finger. “Turn around, pumpkin. I want to see if this will fit.”
I did as told and faced the wall, closing my eyes in exasperation. Mom quickly wrapped the corset around me, then began tightening up the strings. “Jesus mom! Are you trying to suffocate me?” I felt like there was a bear literally giving me a bear hug. I worried that my ribs would splinter under the pressure. People in the old days were freaking insane!
She patted me on the shoulder and smiled. “It's not that tight. Besides, this is what you'd wear everyday back in the 1800's.”
“Thank heaven for small favors.” I muttered under her breath.
She shook her head and stepped back. “Okay, turn around so we can see how it fits.”
I turned slowly, afraid at any moment that I would end up toppling to the floor. Rose was trying valiantly to hold in her laughter. “What’s so funny? And don't forget that you get one too!” Her laughter vanished.
“Yeah, well luckily for me I'm not as endowed as you are.” She said with a smirk, gesturing to my chest.
I looked down and gasped. “I am not wearing this!”
“Star, it looks good honey.”
“Are you freaking serious? My boobs are almost touching my chin!” I shouted, gesturing to my said offense.
With a thoughtful look, Mom started staring at my chest.
“And you staring isn't helping anything Mom!” I quickly covered myself. “Seriously! That's the creepiest thing ever!”
“I'm your mom, not some forty year old guy. I wiped your butt as a child and bought you your first bra, so quit being so dramatic!” She yelled back, placing her hands on her hips. “Brandon, tell Star she looks fine.”
He blushed furiously and tried to clear his throat. “You look fabulous babe. The guys will be all over you.”
“Yeah, because that's exactly what I want!” I threw my hands up in the air. This was a disaster.
“Oh be quiet.” Mom snapped, walking back to me with a fluffy piece of fabric in her hand. “Here, step into this.”
“We said no fluff!” I screeched, looking at the item in horror.
She rolled her eyes and knelt down. “It's not fluff! Now quit being a baby and just do it!”
“You so owe me for this Rose!”
“Nope. Considering they're going to force this on me whenever their done with their evil scheme, I don't owe you crap.”
Mom clasped her hands in front of her as she stepped back. “Oh, this is going to be perfect!”
“You're trying to kill me, aren't you?”
“Star, you are such a—” Mom cut off mid-sentence as the doorbell rang. She pointed a finger at me and warned, “Don't you move a muscle, because we’re not done here.”
I looked at Brandon as Mom left the kitchen. “I can’t believe you would think to put me in this outfit!” I hissed, gesturing to the corset and fluffy mini skirt.
“Oh come on, you look hot! And after we get it dyed it will look even better.”
“Dyed? Jesus, please save me.” I pressed my fingers into my eyes.
“We’re not going to go crazy with it,” he said pleasingly. “We’re actually going to dye it black and hot pink, your favorite colors.”
“Yeah, like that makes this all better. Rose, help me out here!”
“Would love to, but I’m not going against your mom. That woman can be scary when she wants to be.”
I threw my head back and groaned. What else could go wrong?
