5Me: I writing a new story! Yay!
Blake: And I inspire one of the characters!
Me: He's Will. I didn't do it on purpose it just sorta happened...
Blake: And she's Cassie. I wonder what it means that my character and her character are dating...
Me: It means nothing! Absolutely nothing!
Blake: Me and Cassie sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-...
Me: -interrupting Blake- Look! Erin escaped the closet!
Blake: Ya right, your just distracting me from teasing you.
Erin: Me have scissors!
Me: I'm going to run now...-runs into different room and locks door-
Blake:-pounding on locked door- Cassie let me in! Help!
Erin: -running at Blake with scissors- Me fix pretty hair!
Blake: NO! MY HAIR!
Chapter 1
"Hurry up, Will!" Cassie said, running over to one of the headstones. "I swear you're as slow as my grandmother."
"I'm hurrying!" Will called from the other side of the graveyard. He smirked as he walked as slowly as he could over to the gravestone his girlfriend was kneeling in front of and smiled as she looked more and more annoyed with his slow pace. "I don't see why this is such a big deal to you anyways," said Will as he came up beside Cassie. "We drive by this graveyard every day and you've never wanted to stop here before."
Cassie pulled out a hair band and put her long auburn hair in a sloppy ponytail before answering. "I don't know why I'm more interested in it. I just have this feeling that I'm supposed to be looking at it more closely than I normally do."
"Couldn't you have gotten this feeling in spring, instead of in the middle of November?"Will complained, zipping up his jacket.
"You could've stayed in the car," Cassie retorted, focusing more on getting an etching of the headstone than on the conversation.
"I'm not even sure how you talked me into driving you," Will muttered, kneeling next to Cassie and holding up the paper for her.
"It's not my fault you turned sixteen before me," Cassie said, finishing up the etching of Mattie Trushing's gravestone. "But it is my fault that I'm so persuasive."
Will smiled as he glanced over the etching. "So, what's so important about Mattie?" he asked, handing the etching back to Cassie.
Cassie smiled as she started walking towards another gravestone. "Will you laugh if I say it was another feeling?"
"Why do you need to have all these feelings in November?" Will grumbled, following behind Cassie slowly.
"I just want one more," Cassie told him, peering at the different gravestones.
"And let me guess, you're going to pick it based on another feeling," Will said, watching as she walked around the gravestones.
"Found it!" Cassie suddenly exclaimed, kneeling down in front of a small, insignificant gravestone.
"I can't read it," Will said, peering at the gravestone as he kneeled next to her.
"I can't either," said Cassie, reaching into her hipster and pulling out more paper and a light blue crayon that had had the paper torn off. "So we're going to make an etching to see what it says."
"Whatever you say," Will muttered, holding up the paper for her.
Cassie calmly started rubbing the crayon over the paper, watching as the letters formed. When she finished, she pulled the paper away and stared at the words. It read:
Infant Dau of JL and Eva McAnear Born and Died Feb. 27, 1963
"That's nice and depressing," Will said, reading over the words again.
Cassie nodded, taking the etching and placing it in her bag. She looked around the graveyard again, and watched as a bird landed on statue of an angel. She didn't want to admit it to will, but these 'feelings' that she'd been having were really scaring her. They were so demanding, commanding her to go to this graveyard, and get all of these etchings. It was almost as if they had personalities. And there was more than one of them. There was the one who told her to get an etching of Mattie Trushing's grave, and the one that had led her to JL and Eva's child's grave.
"You okay?" Will asked her, taking her hand and bringing her out of her thoughts.
"I'm fine," Cassie said quickly, smiling up at him. "Let's go ahead and go. This place is starting to give me the creeps."
"Sounds good," Will said smiling back at her.
The two walked out of the cemetery, not chancing to glance up at one of the nearby trees where two shadowy figures sat watching them.
Noelle and Mattie sat in the a tall cedar tree, watching the young couple leave the cemetery. They didn't say anything, but they both new they had made the right choice.
After several months of planning they had decided on four people. A tall boy with red hair who had turned 16 a month ago, a 15-year-old girl with dyed brown hair, a 14-year-old girl with short blonde hair, and a 14-year-old girl with long auburn hair.
The auburn-haired girl was the first person that Noelle and Mattie had appeared to that had actually listened to them, and had visited the cemetery that had their graves. It had been there first success in several decades. The only other person that had listened to them had become frightened of the thought that she was communicating with Noelle and Mattie, and had moved away. But Noelle and Mattie were positive that the people they had picked wouldn't run away. Absolutely positive. Almost.
Me: Heehee, Blake got his hair cut off.
Blake:-staring forlornly at his hair in a mirror- My poor hair...
Me: Erin's in a straight jacket right now.
Blake: I just hope she can't get out of it.
Me: Oh know! She's out!
Erin:-waving scissors around- Butterflies! Popcorn! Giraffe!