Happily, Skye strolled into her kitchen, where her mum smiled at her.
“How was school?” She asked as Skye put her coat and bag into the cupboard.
“Good, I have a project due in next week, we have to find out about a relative.”
Skye slipped on her slippers and looked at her mum. She had curly brown hair, cheeks that creased when she smiled and twinkly blue eyes, she looked like her mum.
“Why not look in the attic?” Her mum suggested.
“Might as well.”
Wobbling dangerously on a ladder, Skye climbed up and into the attic.
She looked round for a light switch.
Aha! Skye thought as she pulled a string and light flooded the room.
Skye scanned the boxes that covered the floor, until she saw a chest that was open.
Skye crawled over and sneezed with all the dust.
She rummaged through the chest until she found a journal marked, ‘Abe Frobishures Private Journal.’
Skye grabbed it and opened the book revealing a scruffy torn page.
‘I have hidden this book in the hope nobody will find my secrets, as they are deeply private and could ruin me.’
Shivering, Skye curled up on her bed, she was reading more of the journal, but it wasn’t interesting. She flicked through, briefly reading a sentence or two.
“Oh my goodness!” She gasped as she saw an interesting entry.
‘I have to catch a plane to Italy for the Olympics, luckily, they didn’t discover the drugs in my pocket.’
Skye dropped the book as her jaw flew open. She hadn’t expected that… It shocked her.
As Skye jogged home from school a few days later, she realised that if she was going to write about Abe Frobishure, (her great, great granddad!) She needed to either cut out the drug part or find something good about him.
She sat on a nearby bench and pulled out the journal looking for anything great.
She thumbed through the pages. Nothing.
Mum, I’m stopping at the library. Skye texted as she crossed the road to ‘Amber Street Library.’
Skye walked up to the counter and asked for a book about Abe Frobishure, crossing her fingers behind her back.
She thanked the lady, and sprinted hom ewith her book.
Skye was hooked. She pushed a chocolate strawberry into her mouth and flipped the page.
‘After winning gold, Abe Frobishure was caught taking drugs. HE was sentanced to two years in prison, but after only a week he escaped. Frobishure changed his name to Bob O’Brian, and met the famous cook, Amy Berry who her married, and 5 years later died in a snowstorm.’
Skye blinked. “How could I be related to someone so evil?” She mumbled.
Later that evening, Skye woke up sweating.
“It was all a dream.” She grinned and groaned as she saw the library book next to her.
“Mum? Who’s Abe Frobishure?” She asked after her eventful night.
“You’re great, great step grandfather!” Skye’s mum replied as she chopped a sandwich.
“Awesome!” Skye breathed, she wasn’t fully related to Abe! She grinned and wrapped her mum in a huge hug!