Dead Girl

Chapter 1

"Uh, what in the world", was all Maria could manage when she woke up staring right at someone's gravestone.

Since when did I fall asleep in a graveyard. Last thing I can remember I was at my house reading some book about the future. So how'd I get here. I Stood up and brushed of my jeans. Wait one moment since when did I wear pants! No girl even dared to put pants on and here I was in the middle of a graveyard wearing pants and a T-shirt or something.

Well that was probably not the weirdest thing had happened to me to day. Scratch that, it's night. So it's night in the middle of a graveyard and I just woke up with no idea what I doing here or even where I am. I though. "Hu." I murmured puzzled by the thought.

I shrugged and decided what to do but find out the complete obvious. So I turn to look what I was standing on but what was there I was not expecting at all. It Read,

Maria Gifford

Born May 11,1815

Died April 5, 1827

May She forever

Rest In Peace

Okay, so now I'm Maria Gifford, I know that much, but the facts I'm supposed to be dead apparently, I'm wearing flipping pants, and I just woke up in a graveyard sorta creeps me out. Now I remember that I'm 12, like I was when I apparently died, and I pretty sure I did cause then this makes a more sense that way. Wow, when being dead makes more sense of something I can figure it's been a bad day. I'm also pretty sure that It's not 1827 by way every thing from the boy's clothes to the casual way I'm speaking. Ok, I thought I might look around some more but decided against it. Don't really want to confuse myself more by finding something weird like a mummy pop out of the ground and attack me only to find I'm dead. Well, was dead. I don't think dead people think so normally.

With nothing else seeming much better I started walking towards some odd noises in the distance but all I can see is a bunch of bright lights, wondering why in the world would people leave their lights on so late even in my city of New York no one leaves that many light on and even if each one of those is a different house no one lives that close to each other, always a good walk away. At least out were I lived more of country than city but still. Uh, what other chose do I have. Stay here and creep visitors look for there pasted family's. Nope not doing that so I took one more look around and started walking towards the bright lights in the distance.