i had woke up in the graveyard at Fort Sumner laying on my grave. i had no idea where i was or even what year that it was. i saw Dahlia she come to put flowers on my grave and talk to Chavez he was the guard at my grave. i looked him at and he looked at me and unlocked the gate to let me out of the iron fence around my grave and said " Chivato you have been given a second chance at life. here in modern times i know that you are going have a hard time adjusting to these modern times but you will be alright". the next day i had applied to the university of New Mexico. i know that when i was shot and killed by Pat Garrett i was 21 years old. and i was brought back to life and now i am 17 years old. i got a job working in Pat's eating place called Garrett's place. to put myself through collage the news came that i had been accepted to the university of New Mexico. the next day was my first day of collage. the that i was assigned take are theater and American history and detective and writing and music these are just a few of my classes.
this is my theater professor Lawrence Talbot he is kind and caring and helpful and he really knows theater. he understands when you come to class late.
this is my American history professor Wild Bill Hickok he is a good American history professor he loves teaching American history most of the old west. he doesn't like it when you back talk him and smart off at him and he hates it when you are late to class.
this is my detective professor Sherlock Holmes he is like professor Talbot kind and caring and he really knows a lot about being a detective. and he understands when you are let to class. and he always says God gave you a second chance at life for a reason.
this is my writing professor Doc Holliday he makes writing class fun he starts class every morning with a joke. and when you are late to class he asks if are daydreaming.
this is my music professor country music singer and one of my favorite singers Charley Pride and just like professor Talbot he is kind and caring and helpful he says that music just like acting and writing comes from the heart.
at lunch and after my classes i go to the graveyard at Fort Sumner and sit by my grave. i daydream about my past about the 1800's and about the old west. i am doing my best to adjust to these modern times. i know that i can not go back to the 1800's even though i really really want to. these are just some of my classes and my professors. even if i can't go back to the past i can still dream about it.
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From the Past to Modern Times.
Fanfictionthis is a story about how i was shot and killed on July 14th 1881 and being brought back to life in modern times and my working to put myself through collage or as they here in modern times. the University of New Mexico.