When I awoke the next morning, light poured in through the tiny window above. I could see the shed had two wheelbarrows, shovels, rakes, fertilizer, a garden hose, and a small push mower. I was definitely in a small garden shed. I stood up, brushed the dirt off the back of my jeans, zipped up my sweater, and stepped outside. What I saw, was completely unexpected. I found myself standing in a graveyard.
The throbbing in my head reduced some last night, but was brought back after seeing all the tombstones. I felt for the bump, which seemed to have disappeared some, but it was still tender, as I winced when I touched it. I looked all around me. There had to be at least a hundred tombstones in view. I walked along the path to the main road, all the while glancing at each tombstone. I still didn't find my missing shoe. So I still only had one on, that is, my left one.
After a few minutes, I got out to the main highway. Remembering past trips here when my grandpa passed away a few years ago, I knew that to get to my house, I needed to start by turning right. As I started walking, I noticed the dryness in my mouth, and that my stomach was grumbling. I probably hadn't eaten for at least thirteen hours, so I was getting hungry. I knew that whenever my family and I came to the cemetery, it was always at least a five minute drive. On the way, there was a lot of hills. Based on my walking speed, it'd probably be forty five minutes before I got home.
The wind didn't really help. I was suddenly very cold. Chills went down my spine, and I shivered at least five times. The sun was shining high in the sky, but it didn't help. There were a few clouds in sight. The wind picked up a bit, sending wisps of my hair blowing around my face. Dead leaves blew around on the ground. A few vehicles passed me, and the drivers gave me weird looks. Nobody bothered enough to stop and check if I was okay. I kept walking, getting closer and closer to home.
At the first sight of my small one-story house, I started running, but immediately stopped. There was a police car parked in the driveway. I stared at it for a split second, then started running again. I ran right up to the door, but stopped before going in. What would my parents think if I walked in, covered in mud and vomit, missing a shoe? There wasn't really anything I could do, so I took a deep breath, and walked inside.
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AdventureAbigail Pearson (me) is an average fifteen year old girl. Average hair, average clothes, average grades, average family. Everything is normal, except for her older sister Mariah. She was recently in a psychiatric ward for attacking her best friend...