Dia de los muertos

Chapter 1

I got the news I would not be having a 15 when my papa simply told me we didn't have enough money. I wasn't going to cry or throw a fit I knew it was coming anyways. I decided maybe to go get some marigolds for my mamas grave. I went to the local market and they already had out things for dia de los muertos. I got my marigolds and when I went to the counter to pay Antonio rang me up. he was a year older than me and my brothers friend. I kind of liked him and I think he liked me.

 "Who are these for?" he asked. I almost didn't want to tell him because I felt I might cry, it just hit me how much I miss my mom. its like having a brick and carrying it and then after a while you cant handle the weight and when you drop it you finally realize how much it hurts.

"my mom." I replied. he nodded in understandment and rang me up. I waved goodbye and made my way to the cemetery. it was a slow walk and I just couldn't get my mom off my mind. I remember when she would do my hair and send me off in little dresses and bows. I rounded the corner and walked into the gates. no one was around probably all at home making dinner for tomorrows first celebration of dia de los muertos. it was a peacefull quiet so I didn't mind too much. I walked to my mommas grave were the angel was buried in a grave. I cleaned it up and left marigolds for her. I looked at her picture and soon a tear formed and I was crying. I touched her picture hoping, wishing, praying that maybe just for a second I could have her back to tell her how much I miss her and wish she was still here. that I could tell her I wanted a 15 but couldn't have one. as soon as my fingers made contact with the picture the world flashed before me. a bright light flashed and I seen a bony hand of a skeleton come out and grab me and pull me underneath into the world of the dead.