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0: Shelly Lawson, isn't my name, I just made it up off the top of my head. Lol!
With a small shriek, I tumbled over the back of my chair. The entire class (including Mr. Wallis) turned to look at me.
"Oops," I muttered and scrambled back into my seat. Loud chortles broke through Butch's lips. I turned around. "You!" I snarled. Of course he wrote on my desk, not a ghost! Butch was laughing so hard he could barely nod. I could feel color rising to my cheeks. I felt so stupid! How could I have been so fooled by the oldest trick in the book!
"What's so funny, Butch?" Mr. Wallis inquired. He started to answer, but I butted in.
"He wrote on my desk, Mr. Wallis," I said, using my goody-two shoe voice. It worked. Mr. Wallis made Butch stay in for recess and clean my desk.
The next day, we had our first visit to the cemetery. I was partnered up with my best friend, Violet Stanton. We went around in search of a gravestone to clean, when a little girl under the willow tree caught my eye. She looked about seven years old, and had red hair. She turned her head, and her piercing blue eyes locked on to my brown ones. A shivered, and shook my head. When I looked back at the willow tree, she was gone. I walked over to where the girl had stood. Suddenly, I tripped and landed hard on my face. Brushing dirt from my face, I looked around to see what I had tripped over. It was a small gravestone made of a pink stone.
"Violet, come look at this!" I called. Inscribed in the stone was the name Joanna Withersfield. The date was 1961-1968. There was a small inscription too.
This girl longed to see the day when all people would be happy. She had as much of a heart as she had red hair, and that was a lot! The girl under the tree! She had red hair, and looked about seven! Could that have been her ghost? Suddenly, the wind whistled through the branches of the old willow. I caught faint words in it. Help me! Help me! No, that would be silly. I was tired, and I was hearing things. And that little girl was just a coincidence. Violet and I got to work scrubbing the little gravestone. Soon, it sparkled, but we still had to come back tomorrow and rake the leaves. Then, the next day would be spent planting flowers and grass around our grave.
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Luv, Kat