• "We're here."
    I stepped out of the car. I've never been to a cemetery before. Well, I have, but not to one where someone I knew was buried. I've been to the Arlington cemetery, and the one where my cousin who died before he was born is, but this was different. I didn't want to step on these people's graves. I mean, I don't believe those movies, like Michael Jackson's music video "Thriller" but I mean, it's still creepy.
    "It's over here." my mom said.
    I didn't want to walk over. I didn't want to see it. I walked over anyway, so they wouldn't see how scared I was. Again, I was careful to walk around the grave plates and places where I expected the bodies to be.
    In a way, cemeteries are like mini cities. A bunch of mini buildings, all in a row. But there's nobody there. It seems empty for miles.
    "Should we say the guardian angel prayer?" I hold hands with Nicole, and recite with her and mom.
    "Angel of God, my guardian dear, to whom God's love commits me here. Ever this day be at my side, to light and guard, to rule and guide."
    "Amen" they say.
    "Amen" I mumble.
    It's cold here. The wind blows and I shiver. I zip up my jacket and Grandma remarks "It's always gold here." Mom suggests that we leave, and I quickly agree by turning around and start walking to the car.
    It's only about 40 feet away, but it's so far. I want to run, but I don't think it's respectable to run in a cemetery. Unless you're in MJ's video running away from zombies. I fasten my pace, making sure to walk between the grave plates and where it didn't seem like anyone was buried.
    When I got to the curb, I sped up more. I got to the car and stopped in front of my car door. I felt tears, but I knew none would come. Grandma had told of how, when Nicole and I were little, we sent her drawings and she "showed them to Grandpa."
    It was cold, foggy, and lonely here. I didn't like it. I don't know how I'll stand being buried in a graveyard when I die.
    Mom unlocks the car door, and I instantly open the door and get in.
    I get in to the warmth, and my notebook. And I write.
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    I was still stiff when we got out of the car. But later, everything was ok... Life goes on