Chapter 42

Heirs of Atticus 

I was in the room now. The moment I opened it, it felt nostalgic. My mind made me remember some fragments of memories from the past. Nothing has changed in my room. This is still the room I grew up in. An all-black painted room, tainted with some gold and full of random posters. 

I was observing the surroundings of my room until the corner of my eye noticed something. It was under my bed. I went near it. I knelt down to see what it was. I saw a box hiding under my bed. I reached for it. It is a little bit dusty. I saw my name written on it. I decided to open it. When I opened it, I saw something like a book. I opened it. 

The moment I opened it, I felt a sudden poke in my chest. It was my old scrapbook. I sat down on the floor and thought I would take a look at it first. Every page I open, I’m just smiling because of the stupid things I’ve done before. I took a photo of some of it. I know it will help me remember what