@j hardy carroll

Every night, after hours of burrowing herself in the library hoping for a better life, she would cut through the cemetery.  Her mom repeatedly warned her that one day the evil spirits would hijack her backpack and take hold of her soul if she kept walking that path.

However, the lights shine so brightly in the graveyard that even at midnight it looked like midday. There was no darkness there.

Tonight she walked bathed in that glare.  She saw the girls realizing it couldn’t be a good sign. Were they real? Were they hijacking her soul?

She took her heels off and walked towards them.  Mom, I love you she whispered.