Catherine Lehmkuhl, 12
Sacred Heart
I had thought as I woke up this morning before I checked my texts, I want to be remembered for the great movies I create in life, but now I think I will only be remembered from this point on. As I stand in the eerie blackness, the full moon down, I desperately wish for my beaming science and math teachers, although they would be loading homework upon me. Science and math are my least favorite subjects, but at this point I could wish for anything. A crow swooped down onto one of the gravestones, and bats flapped away. The branches of nearby oaks seemed to want to reach out and wrap around my ankles, tripping me in my steps. For standing above me stood a black figure contrasting my bright green shorts and long-sleeved hoodie. I was scared out of my mind.
