Yay! I'm not dead! Last week was my birthday so I was busy and then I had friends over all weekend, so that's my excuse for not updating. It may be a lame one, but it doesn't faze me when teachers say it, and it won't when you say it!

Speaking of annoying teachers and lame excuses, I'm actually supposed to be doing math homework right now, but we all know that's no fun. Especially 9th grade algebra *shudders*

Being 15 is nice. I'm one year closer to being out of this hellhole!

Then I'll move to an aquamarine house by the seaside, marry a zombie, and have a pet unicorn named Princess Jodie. I'll have three daughters named Annabelle Lynn, Bellanira Rose, and Evangeliene Lily. Although I don't believe it's biologically possible to have kids with a dead guy, freaky things happen, I mean it happened to Bella and Edward….

AND WE'LL ALL LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER AND-yeah I'm done…

One month. It had been approximately one month since Katherine Barlow's life took a turn for the worst.

One month since she'd found her true love.

One month since he was taken away from her, taking Miss Katherine, the sweet, innocent, and caring schoolteacher with him, leaving this vengeful spirit of a woman in her place.

One month since she'd killed two people. The sheriff of Green Lake, and a bank clerk whom she'd never met, in a town which she'd never been to.

Now she wandered through the Texas plains, with nothing now, not even her horse. He had taken off one day when she turned her back, seeming eager to escape her company.

Kate wandered around aimlessly, not really caring where she was going. The sun was beating down on her. Her only shade was her hat. She was thankful she'd used the money she'd robbed to buy some new clothes. Her heavy dresses and corsets wouldn't do in this kind of weather. She now wore men's clothes, denim trousers and a white shirt with a vest. She probably could pass as a man if it weren't for her long, now greasy blonde hair billowing in the wind.

Kate was tired and hungry, so she was relieved when she spotted the charred remains of an old tree. She slumped against it and pulled out a sandwich. She had bought it yesterday, so it was melted and spoiled from the heat, but it was better than nothing. She bit into it, tasting its sourness and grimacing. She hadn't eaten in a week, and it was nice to finally get something in her stomach.

Tossing her sandwich wrapper aside carelessly, she opened her journal. Tucked safely inside it was the feather, greeting her along with a clean white page.

June 1890 (still don't know the day)

Just tasted the most disgusting sandwich I've ever eaten. It's so hot outside, but it doesn't even matter. On the inside I'm cold.

I've stayed in several different inns, nobody even suspects anything. Nobody suspects that I've killed two people, or robbed a bank.

But I got some new clothes. I'm wearing mostly trousers now, as they're more practical for my situation. My wardrobe now mostly consists of reds, blacks, and browns. Not that it's even a wardrobe. More like whatever I stuffed in my bag.

I'll have to steal another horse, I suppose. Mine took off. Smart boy, he must be. Go running back to civilization while I'm out here, frying in the sun. I won't last much longer, but I don't really care.

Kate decided to lie down and rest. She took off her hat and laid her head down on her bag. She looked up through the branches of the tree. The sun was setting in the distance.

Kate noticed something orange hanging off of one of the branches. She tried to shrug it off and told herself it doesn't matter, but found herself standing up and reaching for it.

Growing off of the dead black tree, the only visible form of life, was a large, fuzzy, perfectly ripe peach.

I feel like this chapter was crap, but I'm really tired now. So go ahead, review, critique, virtually kill me, blah blah blah…

Just remember, you can't sit on MY OWN bed and call me a nipple.

~Sabrina