Left with nothing to do.

Brianna hadn't seen the entire school yet, but she'd been avoiding the graveyard like the plague. It didn't exactly scare her, but a place full of dead people wasn't her favorite place.

I gotta get it over with! she kept thinking to herself. So that morning, she'd pulled on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, slipped on her sneakers, and finally gone to the graveyard.

It was cold that morning, gray weather, not snowing, though. They graveyard was empty of ghosts (thank goodness), but there was one girl sitting against a stone. Bree walked over.

"Hey, darlin'," she said, putting on a southern accent, although the girl didn't seem like the type to appreciate an accent, or to appreciate anything for that matter. She stood next to the girl, because no way was she sitting on someone's dead body. "Cold, ain't it?"

"Well, you're boring," Bree said, her accent disappearing. "You're supposed to say something like, 'Hi, I'm so-and-so' or 'Yeah. It is cold. Do you enjoy fishing?'" She rolled her eyes and laughed.

"Hi, so-and-so. I'm Bree. I'm do fish sometimes, but I think it's too cold right now."

"How-dya do?" Bree asked, curtsying with the imaginary skirt she had on over her jeans. "Ah'm fine, thank ya."

"So what're you doing here on this lovely day?" She gestured towards the gray sky.

"Hmm, way to point out the obvious," Bree noted.

"Yes, well, I am standing."

She rolled her eyes. "Claustrophobic, are you?"

"You're not human, correct? An elf princess? Some sort of vampire hybrid?" Bree rolled her eyes. "Nobody's normal here, aside from the powers thing."

"I'm as normal as it gets. I've lived a normal life, got a normal name, got normal parents."