DISCLAIMER: I don't own "Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants" Ann Brashares wrote it.

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December 16, 2027

4:33 p.m.

The Brigham household: Attic

Erica was bored. She had hoped, secretly, of course, that meeting in Violet's Kitchen would inspire her to… something… maybe pursue a friendship with those girls? Oh, well. They were nothing like her. She was a cheerleader, Konstantina was an artist, and Bailey was just so smart.

So, instead, she sat rummaging around in her attic. Alone. Meanwhile, her little sister sucked up hours of mindless cartoons.

She saw a yellowing cardboard box that had, apparently, once held chips in a grocery store in Alabama. "Well there's something you don't see everyday," she muttered to herself. She peered inside of it, driven not by curiosity, but so she could tell her friends that she had seen the inside of a 2006 Alabaman Chip-Holding Box. She was becoming more and more easily amused.

On top there was a DVD- the really old kind that you had to actually stick into a television. She tossed that to the side. They didn't have a DVD-player in their house. They had sold their last one at a garage sale when she was even younger than Greta, right after the self-playing ones came out.

Next was a pair of pants. They were the ugliest pair of pants that she had ever seen before in her life. If that was the style back when this box had held chips, she was glad she hadn't been born in the past.

On the bottom was a book. No, it wasn't a book. It was what people had to use a long time ago, before everyone got e-Notemen. E-Notemen were book type things used in school. Students could take notes, research, type papers, and check their e-mails in one handy-dandy little piece of technology. A notebook! That's what that thing was. She picked it up out of the box and examined it.

The notebook was very peculiar. Someone had written on the cover of it. The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants—2010, it read. Then this person had taped a photo on it. Yes, that's right. Whoever this poor, technology-less person was, they had used tape. And not even the front-and-back kind. They had used the severely outdated back-only tape. Yikes.

Erica examined the photo. It was of four smiling young women. One had hair as blonde as her own, one was petite and freckled, with glasses, one was chunky and seemed to be of Mexican descent, and the other one was so beautiful, Erica hated this lady and wanted to spit on her.

Erica brought the cover closer to her face. Then she recognized the blonde women as her mother. Her own mother! But who were the three that were with her? Could they possibly be…

They were! That one with the glasses must have been Bailey's mother, Tabby or something. The Mexican-looking one was unmistakably Mrs. Christensen. Then the whole, spit-in-her-face feeling set in, and Erica realized that the pretty one must be Konstantina's mom, that widow, that frazzled-seeming one, the Greek girl. What was her name? It started with an L…

Erica opened up the cover of the notebook, and out flew a piece of stationary.

If you have found this, then we must all be married, and have kids.

Are we still friends? (We hope so.)

Are you friends? (We hope so even more.)

Whose daughter (or son) are you?

Do you look like us? (That's us, on the cover, in case you can't tell.)

Well, we're the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants.

We're all grown up now.

But we're still at Gilda's, in between the water store and Yes! (YES!)

We all must go home now.

But, first, here.

Bridget found this box in a closet of stuff her dad has been nagging her to get rid of.

(Why she kept it is beyond the rest of us.)

Tibby made the DVD.

Carmen made up her mind to take The Pants out of her closet and put them in this time capsule.

And I, Lena, am writing the notebook.

(But we're all taking part in dictating it.)

Here are The Pants.

They're yours now. (No way will the fit US anymore.)

We wore them in summertime, and rotated them.

But that was then, not now.

Choose your own adventure with The Pants.

But remember… Pantslove. Love your friends, love yourself.

Strange, Erica thought. She looked at the pants again, but to her, they were just some ugly, doodled-on pants from two decades ago.

But, still, she decided to call Bailey and Konstantina. In a way, the Pants belonged to all of them.