#Chapter 103: The Attic Room

Audrey I hefted the last box into the back of the moving truck, wiping a sheen of sweat from my brow. The summer heat was already intense, making the task of moving out of the dorms even more grueling. The cardboard was slick under my fingers, and I could feel my shirt sticking to my back. “Whew. Is that the last one?” Tina asked, coming up beside me. Her red hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail, little ginger and blonde wisps escaping to frame her flushed face. I nodded, slamming the truck’s tailgate shut with a satisfying clang. “Finally. I swear, I don’t remember bringing this much stuff when I moved in.” Tina laughed, nudging me with her elbow. “That’s because you’ve accumulated a year’s worth of junk. And by junk, I mean fabric and sewing notions that you don’t need and will never get around to using.” I blushed at the mention of the boxes upon boxes of scraps and notions I had accumulated over the year. Tina was right, of course; I had a proble