The guys opened the box with the fireflies that illuminated the entire cabin and were shocked when they saw Clia, who looked at them with frightened eyes.
I walked downstairs and found breakfast waiting for me on our brown oak table. There was a note from my mom to do all my normal chores, so I went outside to the mailbox painted with the address 11 Willow Street, and inside it was the normal mail.
I ambled down the concrete path, reveling in the freshness the night brought. My feet led me along the path leading to the church, and as it neared, a soft sound reached my ears.