As I peeked over the angel looking grave stone, I saw someone watching me. I instinctively ducked back down and when I looked back up my eyes locked with the person's. The person's eyes were dark as midnight, they were watching me so intently I had goose bumps all over my arms. My eyes were still locked with theirs when I smelled smoke. My nose scrunched up in disgust. I hated the smell of smoke.
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This was a snapshot that I had to write for school. Thanks for reading it! I love feedback!
