WANDERING THROUGH THE GRAVEYARD IT FELT LIKE SOMEONE WAS WATCHING ME.
"Lyla, have you got everything?" Mama asked, tightening the straps on my backpack.
"Yes Mama,I have my flask and my sandwich and the flowers for Dad." I replied making sure the flowers were all Dads favourite colours.
"Good." Mama said tightening my pigtails.
"Mama please stop fussing over me. I can at least tie my own hair." I humphed.
"Alright alright." Mama sighed, "Your Dad would have been so proud to see you now."
"I really do miss him."I said rubbing my eye trying not to cry.
"Now what did I tell you?" Mama asked.
"To be back before sunset." I replied already walking out of the house and down the road to the graveyard.
"Please listen." Mama whispered as she walked back into the house and shut the door.
I clutched Dads flowers tightly against my chest. They smelled so sweet and the gorgeous crimson colour was beautiful. Me and Dad had the same favourite colour: dark crimson. The keychains on my yellow backpack clinked and chimed sweetly as I walked down the cobbled streets of my town. My town is called Morphdale and is very small. Everyone knows everyone that lives there and everyone knows that Lyla Brown visits the Morphdale graveyard every Sunday.
"Hello Mr. James!" I called.
"Hello young one!" He called back. Mr. James is my best friend. Well my only friend to be honest, all the other kids that live here call me Grandma and say that I'm too weird for description. I find that very hurtful but I don't give them the reaction they are looking for.
Mr. James is around 30 to 40 years old and has white hair. Yes. Exactly like me. we are different from everyone else. Unique.
I was nearly arriving at the graveyard when I bumped into Jerry's gang.
"Well well well, who do we have here?" Jerry muttered.
"Lyla J. Brown." I replied. I'm not that scared of Jerry and his gang anymore. He fake coughed,
"Grandma!"
"That is getting so old and boring." I said rolling my eyes, "and anyway you're the one that looks like a baby, that smooth bald head! You look just like a newborn!" His gang laughed out loud.
"You only laugh at my insults!" Jerry screamed.
"You two take her bag!" He screamed again. The two gang members did as they were told and took my bright yellow backpack. First, they ripped it open and spit on my sandwich and stepped on it.
"Give it some flavour." Jerry said and blew a raspberry at me and the sandwich.
"I'm sure it will." I challenged.
Next, they dented my flask and poured all of the cocoa out onto the cobbled street. As they reached for the flowers i screamed at the top of my lungs,
"STEP AWAY FROM THE FLOWERS."
"Why should we?" He asked.
"I'll hurt you." I threatened.
"Be my guest." Jerry said holding Dads flowers.
Without any further thinking I kicked Jerry in his shin. It felt really good. Jerry dropped the flowers and I caught them In Midair. "You'll be next." I warned and I was on my way.
