Journal

The house was made of the oldest wood that seemed to be falling apart at the seams. As Gabby and I enterned the house it was surprising to see how different it was from the outside. From the outside it looked worn out and run down but the inside was much more well kept. Although it looked nice you could tell that this house had been here for quite sometime. We carefully walked up the wobbly stairs hoping that they would stay intact as we walked up them. Once we made it too the top we went into the first room that appeared to have once been a young childs room. There were toys everywhere and the one that seemed to have been the childs favorite was the old red wagon. The paint was chipping off and you could faintly see the writing on the side. Looking around the childs room brought back memories from when I was younger and I couldnt help but smile. As we moved onto the next room I noticed that gabby was squinting to see something and I could faintly seem something twinkling in the sun light. We walked in to the room to see what was shining so brightly and we came across and old necklace.