Grace Clarke

Writing Prompt “Omg I had the exact same dream” “Really!?” “Are you crazy! Of course I didn’t”

Dusk arrives right on cue as we walk toward the graveyard and both my friends begin to fidget with their hands and their hoodie drawstrings bowing their heads, never looking up, not ready to confront our host. I think fair enough we're walking around a dead garden of souls and we’re about to walk into the worst death trap but we had to meet. They volunteered to come with me knowing I had to look the killer in the face to let him know I’ll never let him get away with taking my sister's life. Sticks begin to break allowing me to know that he is here and he has company. I prepare myself and Leo taps my shoulder. I try not to seem frightened and ask “What is it” whispering loud enough so Tris can hear our conversation.