Linda walked around the grave yard, looking at all of the head stones. As she noticed how many people had died at the school, she began to get a little nervous, and even began to laugh nervously.
She looked up at the sky. It was dark, but not the kind of rainy-dark... more like the kind of dark that always seemed to hang over a cemetery. She shuddered, feeling more and more nervous with every step she took.
Linda soon found herself at a small pond that had a bench by it. She tilted her head, and looked behind her, making sure she was still on school grounds. She was.
Shrugging her shoulders, Linda walked toward the bench and sat down. She began kicking small rocks into the pond just to give herself something to do.
She looked up at the sky. It was dark, but not the kind of rainy-dark... more like the kind of dark that always seemed to hang over a cemetery. She shuddered, feeling more and more nervous with every step she took.
Linda soon found herself at a small pond that had a bench by it. She tilted her head, and looked behind her, making sure she was still on school grounds. She was.
Shrugging her shoulders, Linda walked toward the bench and sat down. She began kicking small rocks into the pond just to give herself something to do.