3 The Box

Sol was fixing her things when she saw a familiar box that went through with her stuff.

'Camilla might mix things up.' She thought.

The next thing that happens make her run to the hallways and to her mom's old room.

"I CAN'T FIND IT! I CAN'T FIND IT SOL! WHERE IS THE BOX?" Charity is screaming out of the room and went straight to the truck looking for it. She did not saw that sol was coming over.

Sol saw this scenario before and from the same reason. The curiosity builds up as she try to run back to her room and get a glimpse of what's inside the box.

She lock the door and slowly open the old box, there's a lot of love letters and a rotten rose. At the bottom there was an old torn photograph, it was her Mom sitting with someone. Sol can't recognize it since the picture was torn in the middle.

Charity is wearing a high school uniform, and from that there was a shoe and a pants of a man sitting with her. There was something on that picture that sends shivers to her whole body.

A sudden loud knock on the door startled her. "Sol, have you seen my box? The old one that I always have with me?"

Sol tried to hide it with some of her stuff and she open the door. "It might been mixed up with mine, you can check mom." She grab a book and went to her bed. Trying to act naturally, at the side of her eyes she saw her mother lift it with an arm and hug it for a moment.

All this years her mom was hiding a love affair in a box. A love affair that she can never let go.