Flowers In The Attic Book の小説・ストーリー

“Past me was so helpful.” I tore the flap open and dug inside—old books, loose beads from a broken bracelet, a cracked snow globe, and an old notebook from my late teenage years. No balm. I let out another irritated sigh, pressing my palm against my forehead. The attic was already warm, and the more I moved, the more suffocating it felt. “Ouch—okay, okay, bad idea,” I hissed through my teeth, readjusting my stance. “Just… stay still. Goddess, just work with me.”

“Follow me, miss.” We stepped into a fancy elevator right inside the house. It moved up smoothly and quietly. She pressed the button for the last floor and counted sixteen levels. When the doors opened, we stepped into a cute little attic room. It was small but charming. A single bed sat in the middle with clean sheets. The roof had glass panels that opened up to the sky. Stars filled the dark night even with light snow falling softly. I loved it right away. It felt peaceful and far away from everything bad.

I walked back and forth, peeping at the outside world through the tiny attic window, watching the city move on with its daily routine, the day in motion while I was here, stuck in a dusty attic that belonged to an even dustier old man. I needed to get my plan moving. We could not stay here for long. Though the cops would never think to search the home of a blind old man who lived alone, I did not know how long it would be until the man needed something from his attic. "No. No, Mommy?" Clover whimpered. Her eyes were still shut, but her face was squeezed into a frown. "Mommy?" she cried a little louder. "Hey, hey." I knelt beside her and gently patted her back. "Shhh... it's okay."

"Vane! To the roof!" They scrambled up the rotting stairs, the wood groaning under the pressure of the celestial energy vibrating through the house. They reached the attic, a cramped space filled with dust and the smell of old secrets. In the center of the floor was a massive, circular window overlooking the sea, and beneath it, a sunburst etched into the floorboards in gold leaf. "I don't know how to be an Arbiter!" Elara cried as the roof above them began to peel away, torn off by the vacuum of the descending host.

I grabbed Flora's wrist and pulled her straight toward the grand staircase. We didn't stop to look at the living room. We didn't walk into the shiny kitchen. I dragged her all the way up to the third floor as fast as I could. I pushed my bedroom door open. Flora walked inside and dropped her textbook directly onto the plush rug. She spun around in a slow, wide circle. She looked at the giant mattress covered in thick grey fur blankets. She touched the expensive velvet curtains hanging by the window. She stared at the stone fireplace crackling quietly in the corner.

There is one tiny window from the opposite side of the room, showing just enough light to lead the way. Not much has changed since I was here last; The same cobwebs are covering all the old toys, one black spider in the corner is staring at me, a wooden rocking horse and chair in the far left corner, a few shelves with some strange glasses filled with liquid, and tons of opened boxes. The attic was always my treasure chest. I loved looking around, but there was no time today. Right now, I just need to find the book. I knew I carefully tucked it behind the liquid glass jars because I was the one that put it there.

"sir the chair is taken.i said adjusting my bag on the chair. "By who, miss Flora? He asked and waiting for my reply. "I don't think you have an answer for that when I didn't answer him,he added. Flora!,he called." You can do me a favor by showing him round the school and please tutor him,his grade is not appealing.he said, flipping through the text book he was holding. "Oh c'mon,I said in an annoyed tone. As if sitting beside me isn't enough,now I'll have to tutor him and show him round the school.i said to myself, that's unbelievable.sometimes I do regret being the smartest one and is really getting on my nerves.

Not against him. Then Atticus saw a crop of dead flowers. Their stems were a fresh, bright green, but their petals had wilted and withered until he could not tell what colour they had been before. Flowers were a change from the endless rolling fields he’d spent the better part of the morning marching through, so he went to them with an eagerness he had not displayed since he had been a child. Save for Lily’s eighteenth birthday, a dark part of his mind whispered snidely. Save for when you had a chance at love – before you ruined it all.

Ughhhhh, I scream in frustration. “Boys are so annoying,” I scream as I throw the book across the room. It stops mid-air and floats around for a bit before landing Iris. “That’s true. They do suck.” She agrees as she flips through the pages of the book. “Really bad,” Cassie says, grinning. They scan the attic where I have been burrowed for the last two days. It’s now covered in spell books and remnants of all of my failed locator spells.

I heard Papa calling from downstairs, but I couldn’t stop. “Come on, Brigid! We will get in trouble if they find us up here!” Aisling pulled at my arm before starting to put the candles, herbs, vials, and crystals back in the chest. My hands kept on with their task. I turned the crescent moon back before I opened the cover of the book. Thick black smoke began to pour out of the book. Aisling screamed from behind me. I heard Papa running towards us and clambering up the ladder to the attic.