11988 Spring

I ran from the back door of my house. I had been arguing with my parents. I felt very upset and jumped into the air. I wanted to get away. I flew up and hovered in the air. I did not feel right. I looked down at the large field behind the house and saw a small cemetery. The headstones looked old and weather worn. It looked like one of the farm cemeteries that were in the neighbourhood. I had never noticed the cemetery before. I wondered how i could have missed it. I then noticed that there was another small cemetery to the east of the house. I started to wonder where the cemeteries had come from. I did not think that i could have overlooked both of them. I then started to look around the neighbourhood. There were small cemeteries everywhere. Everywhere i looked had a small patch of old limestone headstones. I became frightened. There was something wrong. These cemeteries should not all be here. I was in the middle of a cemetery. This was not right.