Skeleton Me

You know those 2Spooky graveyards that are in movies? Well this is nothing like that. There aren't any decayed tombstones with moss growing on them, or an eerie fog settling on the ground. Nah, nothing like that. The only thing '2Spooky' about this cemetery is the Weeping Willow in the back corner. But besides that, it's actually pretty nice. Sure the grass is a little dead, but hey, it's not the only thing dead here. I guess my tomb is the last one to be placed in here, cause this place is PACKED. I'm surprised they found a place to fit my coffin here. I'm surprised I was able to get out of my coffin here. Almost elbowed the tombstone next to me, but I DID trip over the tree's roots and went toppling down. No, wait let me rephrase that. My head went toppling down. It's not easy being a walking, talking, spooky, scary skeleton. Then again, it is better than being a zombie. Like, way better. I'd rather lose my head from falling than it being shot to smithereens by a shotgun, thank you very much.
You're all probably wondering why i'm alive and running my mouth instead of being quiet and dead. Well the answer to that is I don't have the answer. I woke up and, eh, nothing was there. I don't remember a thing. All I can say is my name's Xavier Jones, as what it says on the tombstone. Born 1996; dead 2007. Pretty short-lived. I wonder how I died. Probably a car accident or something, cause there's a broken skateboard by my grave.

But, I've been hiding my skeleton-ness for a while now. Can you imagine if this secret got out? That would be so bad. Like, everyone would freak out and think that there will be an uprising of the Skeleton War. That would be very bad. Cool, but very bad.

Some kid left their blue hoodie here a couple of weeks ago, so, uh, mine. Hoodies totally beat wearing a moldy suit pssh. Now I can stay undercover with this sweet hood over my head.
I wish I could tell you more, but my mind is a total blank right now. That's so lame.

Wait, I hear the gates opening. Someone's here. Oh man, gotta hide, Gotta hide! I quickly hide behind my tombstone, of course making noises while doing so.

"who's there?"

Oh great, a chick. They scream the loudest. I hear her footsteps getting closer.

"I saw you hide. Show yourself."

FUUUUUUUU i'm caught. This is it. This is the end for me. Farewell my comrades. Remember me well...as that one skeleton dude.

"oh, found you." and then she gasps.

I'm dead. Again. I look up to see that she's covering her mouth with her hands and backing up a bit. I prepare myself for her screams of terror, but they never came. She's still staring at me, wide eyed and mouth covered.

"Whoa."

Whoa?? That's it? Where are the screams? The throwing of rocks, and telling me to 'get away'? This is definitely something I was not expecting. She lowers her hand and does a small wave.

"h-hey...skull boy."

I slowly wave back and reply with a 'sup'. She doesn't seem too frightened of me, which is awesome. She looks of Spanish decent with short reddish hair and green- WHOA HER EYES ARE TOTALLY DIFFERENT COLORS. One is green, while the other is brown. She jumps back a bit even more. I guess I said that a little too loudly...I try apologize, but her face keeps saying 'Don't trust that skeleton guy!'
Maybe telling her my name will ease up this tension. I tell her my name's Xavier, and then the floodgate of questions open.
Yes, i'm really a skeleton. No, I don't know why i'm a skeleton. Yes, I stole the jacket. Her questioning goes on and on, but what really caught me is when she said "I think I've seen this type before..." Type? What type? Type of what? I'm so confused. What is she on about?? She senses my confusion and explains that there is a spell that curses people to roam the earth after death; resulting in a walking, talking, scary, spooky skeleton. She also explains that her grandmother is the only know one to master the spell, which is beautiful. I wonder if she could help a pile of bones like me return to...wherever i'm suppose to be at. I asked her where her grandmother is, and she points me to another tombstone that's more upfront.

...My hope was crushed and burned with a great passion.

"But..."

but, BUT, THERE IS A 'BUT'. She informs me that she's studying the works of spells, just like her grandmother, and that she'll try to learn the spell, but there's a catch. Of course there's a catch. When is there not a catch? The catch is that we need to find more about my past. The spell is a complex one, and it can't be done without a history of the person it's being chanted to. It'll take a while, but I think I can do it. I just gotta keep my cool and stay hidden. I'll remember and scope out my past in no time.

"Also..."

Oh god, another catch. I wonder what is it this time. Oh no, oh no, no, no, she wants to use me as a test dummy for her spell practice. I want to refuse so bad, but I want the reverse spell so much. The struggle is so real right now. We shake hands as we seal the deal. She then comments on how shaking my skeleton hand felt really weird. I'd roll my eyes if I had any.

It's gotten pretty late and she tells me she's gotta head home, but before she could open the gate to leave, I remember that she had never told me her name.

"Oh, it's Danielle, but call me Danni."

And with that, she closes the gate behind her and heads off. With a "See you later Skull Boy!" She disappears around the corner.

Not gonna lie, i'm kinda nervous. Getting my past info will be really dangerous. I could risk getting exposed. But, eh, whatever. I can do it.
But now that I think about it, She did say her grandmother was the only know one to do the curse successfully. Maybe she was the one who cursed me? Who knows? I would ask her, but she's dead. Like me. Well maybe not like me, but you get the point. God I hope this doesn't end up like a weirdly written cliché horror movie.