Chapter one
It was raining heavily on the group of children, but they still continued on walking towards the museum, where something special awaited them.
With great hast a strange blue cat with a red tipped feather on her head, ran straight towards the secret entrance, seeking shelter from the cold and wet rain. While she sat there, a group of children soon came into view, walking up the steps. Strange… she thought, since today the museum was closed, due to the harsh weather but that apparently didn't matter to them. The strangest thing was that instead of heading towards the museum doors, they turned right, towards the secret entrance of which where she now sat at.
Suddenly the Goth kid, or she assumed by his long purple hair and black rain coat, came running towards the entrance, along with his other friends. When they finally got to the entrance they began to feel for it, but when it couldn't be found they all took a few steps back and starred at the wall in confusion. This only made her laugh.
"Hey, isn't this where it was when we came here the first time?" asked a girl with some-what short black hair, and a purple rain coat.
"I'm pretty sure it was here….." answered the Goth boy
"Then why can't we find it?" said a boy with very short curly brown hair, and orange rain coat, a bit annoyed at not finding the entrance.
"I know! I know!" came an energetic, and high voice which belonged to the youngest of group, a little girl with curly locks of golden hair in a apple red rain coat, who was jumping up and down with excitement "Maybe only La Muerte can open it" she said
This made them all go silent with realization at the most obvious answer.
Breaking the silence "So then we can't listen to another story from the book of life again?" said the boy in the orange rain coat. She caught a hint of sadness in his voice, making her frown a bit.
"And so all that planning…and us running through all this rain….all for nothing?" stated sadly the girl in purple.
Her ears suddenly felt heavy.
Then the little girl with golden locks began to slip a tear or two down her slightly pink cheeks. "So no La Muerte..? No Manolo…. No Maria or….even San Angel….?" She asked, tears beginning to form.
This shot her right in the heart.
"I guess not…" said the older girl, who had taken in the little girl's hand, moving her away from the wall and towards the others.
Either I'm going to get into big trouble, or hate myself for the rest of my life if I don't do this….
