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Keeper Of The Somerville Cemetery

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What's the worst that could happen if you hit your head: a scar? humiliation? 
Hah, you guys have it easy. You see, a while ago, I made the mistake of taking a midnight excursion in the town cemetery, which, sadly, is my hangout of choice. I ended up on the run from a couple of psychos who thought they were demon hunters. Trying to save my ass, I knocked myself out when my skull collided with a tree limb. When I came to, I was surrounded by ghosts. Not the cool, horror-movie types. No, I got stuck with the lame, flirty, obnoxious ones. 
Being the trouble-magnet that I am, I'd somehow fulfilled an age-old prophecy, and the title of 'Keeper' was thrust upon me.
So now, I have to deal with ghosts, killer migraines, other creatures of the night AND school!! Great!
The question remains: Will I ever get to live a normal-ish life again? Will the undead stop being so annoying? Why was I chosen in the first place? And why am I making my life sound like a cheesy sit-com?
Well, I, Riverbrook Simons, Keeper of the Somerville Cemetery, invite you to the town of Somerville, where all the weird stuff happens. Welcome to my not-so-ordinary teenage life. Happy haunting!All Rights Reserved

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