Chapter 22
I leave the room and go to the attic. I've made a safe haven there for myself. Pillows, old sofas, and books. I used to go there more when I was a kid but now I barely have anytime in between school,homework, and my primitive social life. It smells exactly the way it smelt before, of cinnamon and old books. I don't know why cinnamon but I'm not going to complain, it smells great. Okay time to figure out what's actually happening...