Ch. 2: To Her Grave
Author Notes: Please review! Sorry
that sometimes Norman's P.O.V. Will
be longer than Laura's... Again,
enjoy! And really sorry about my new habit of writing like this, you know, double
spacing and no paragraphs? Really sorry...
Norman's P.O.V:
"You... Can talk to ghosts? Is that
why your face is so pale?" I blurted
out. She raised an eyebrow at me.
"Yeah, I could talk I ghosts ever since
I was born. My grandmother could
too." she said.
"Same, except it was my great uncle
who could talk to them." I said. We
were silent for a moment, until Laura
broke into a huge grin.
"My grandmother said that one of
her ancestors were best friends of
what now they called the Blithe
Hollow Witch, was the witch perhaps
Agatha Prenderghast?" asked
Laura. "And are you the Babcock
that saved the town by calming her
down? The one related to Agatha?"
she continued. I nod to all the
questions. Then her face softened.
"I've always wanted to meet her, for
some reason, do you think you could
take me to her grave?" she pleaded. I
gaze into her innocent eyes and
agree to take her to Agatha's grave.
Laura's P.O.V:
I gaze into his blue eyes. Somehow, I
think I'm falling for him. His eyes, and
his hair especially. Back in New
York, people would call him crazy-
looking. Norman's hair stood straight
up. Which made him look funny, but
cute.
"After school, meet me behind the
playground." he told me. I nod and
continue to stare at him. He stared
back at me.
After School...
"Ready?" Norman asks me.
"Ready." I answered and hopped on
the back of his bike. We sped off to a
dark and quiet forest.
"Here it is. Haven't been here since I
calmed her..." he said. I hop off the
bike and look around.
"Which way now?" I asked. He
struggled to remember the directions,
but eventually made it into the center
of the forest. But something was
wrong.
"Hey, where's the tombstone?"
asked Norman in confusion.
"This is the right place..." he
stuttered. But we both figured out
what happened, Agatha
Prenderghast's body had been
stolen.