The Graveyard Girl *ON HOLD*

Bob

Bob frowns at the weed wacker. I sigh, not getting the reaction it normally does. Maybe I shouldn't try to do the same thing over and over again.

"I know someone is there, go away." Bob says. I look around seeing no one there. I make eye contact with him. I take a step to the right. His eyes still held at the spot I was standing at.

Of course he wouldn't be talking to me. I'm dead. I sigh rubbing my face. Maybe I need to take a nap. I walk to the graves of my family. I look at my grave still lying on the ground. I wonder why my grave is still lying there.

I mean it's obvious that I am dead. Maybe we didn't have enough money. Maybe no one cares. Maybe they are just to lazy to do it.

I lie on the ground, next to the grave. I close my eyes, slowly falling asleep

*

I wake up to the crickets playing there soft chirping tune. Weirdly enough, I had no dream. It was only black, and I heard a beeping noise.

I shrug getting up. I stretch slightly, before looking around. I smile as I see the sun is setting. All the colors of pinks, golds, and blues show in the sky. I start walking around trying to find something to do.

I walk to the big angel statue. I could only see the back of its head and naked bum. I slowly walk too it, staring at the white marble. I hear sniffling on the other side. I walk to the front of the statue.

I see a guy, around the same age I am. The oldest he could be is twenty. He looks around 6'2" maybe 6'3". He was lean, but you could defiantly tell he has muscle. He is wearing a dark ash grey jacket and dark blue skinny jeans, with black vans. I couldn't see his face but I could only see his dark brown shaggy hair. His shaggy hair hanging in his face as he looked down at a grave.

I walk closer, wondering who died. Was it his family? Was it someone close to him? I walk right beside him, looking at the grave he is looking at. It read "RIP Natalie Mccord 1950 - 2015"

It had to be his grandma. Considering she was sixty-five. The sniffling from the man had stopped. It looks as if he had frozen, because he was very still and he wasn't breathing. He slowly turns his head in my direction.

I look up at him and notice his eyes. I just stand there frozen. His eyes are a hazel with more green, but get this, there are flecks of blue and gold in them to.

I stood there frozen in awe, never have I seen someone with such enchanting eyes. "Who are you?" the guy ask, his voice rough and scratchy from crying.