Tracking the heavy boxes threw the thick mud. by the way, my name is Iam. hello haha, anyways... I just moved to a little town called aestiua, California. A small town with less than 200 people. But this story isn't about me. As I ruin my shoes and slowly but surely get soaked by the beautiful rain and its sweet sent. The house was less than 15,000 dollars. Once all the boxes were inside I plopped down on my mattress. With a deep sigh I hear a knock on my door, my mother was waiting. "Yeah?" I yelled threw the door. "check out your room, I heard they buried treasures" she shouts back. As I hear her foot steps waddle off I sit up and start looking around. After browsing the room and measuring how many steps from one wall to the other i open the closet. One box is sitting on the shelf, i reach up to grab it when my little sister walks in. "Iammmm what whatchaaa doin' ". I roll my eyes, "more than you". And with that she left along wit the soon forgotten box.