The next night, I planned on heading to Robert Trip's grave, all showered and dressed nicely. I even combed back my hair and sprayed on some cologne, which I only do for special occasions.
"Son, you look.....different...." dad walked into the kitchen. I smirked and ran out the door, still hearing his muttering about the dim lights. I walked all the way to Kimberly's usual spot and sat on the bench.
Half an hour passed by, and I glanced around. I stood up, sighing, and started walking back to the house, when I felt a warm hand on my shoulder. I quickly turned, scared.
"BOO!" Kimberly yelled in my ear. I grimaced, laughing and started tickling her. Soon she fell on the ground, laughing hysterically. But her hand swiped the dirt on her fathers grave, leaving a big hole.
"Oh god, oh god oh god oh god," she mumbled, trying to layer the dirt back together. I ran to the shed and brought back a shovel, helping her pact together the dirt. Kimberly sighed, wiping the tears falling from her cheeks.
"Are you alright?" I asked.
"Yeah. I'm fine. Perfectly fine," she mumbled. Then Kimberly took a ring out of her purse and placed it on her dad's grave.
"I gotta go."
"Wait, I thought we were gonna talk," I stood up, taking Kimberly's hand.
"I know, I want to. But tonight I'm Kelli's designated driver...she went to a party."
I sighed, nodding. Then she waved, and I headed back to the house.
YOU ARE READING
the graveyard girl
Short StoryWARNING: This book was written when I was 11 and 12 years old so ignore all the mistakes and cringe-ness LOL Kim doesn't want to live. After her father dies, all she wants is to hide away in darkness. Zander wants to live life to its greatest. His f...
