Whoever thought sending a bunch of high school seniors to a graveyard for a field trip was a good idea, had to be crazy. But, crazy or not, it was mandatory.
The local graveyard was an area of rolling hills surrounded by a thick forest. Mr. Weston, my high school English teacher, boasted that over one thousand people were buried here. I wasn’t so sure that was something to be proud of.
I sighed as I wandered from stone to stone. Some were so old the engraved words were unreadable while others were so recent grass hadn’t grown over the plot yet. A large pillar caught my eye and I walked over to it. Some kids from my class were bent in front of it, rubbing the tombstone engravings onto their paper while others lined up behind them.
“Whose grave is that?” I asked Katie, a girl who stood at the back of the line.
She pushed her glasses up on her nose. “That’s Lucinda Sutton’s grave.”
“Do you pay any attention in history class, Emma?” Katie rolled her eyes. “Lucinda is the big mystery of the town. They say she disappeared on her wedding night.”
"Oh, right!" I said. "The woman who went mad and cut off her groom's--"
"Yes, yes." Katie rolled her eyes.
I shuffled my feet for a while. "How long must we wait in line?"
Katie sighed. "Emma. Don't you pay any attention in math class? w=C(s,a)*(1/1-p)*(t/s), of course!"
"Oh, right," I said, little the wiser.
Staring at the long queue ahead, I realized people had cameras instead of paper and crayon. "Why are they taking photographs of it?"
Katie huffed. "Really, Emma? Do you pay no attention in economics class? Because of its unusual design, they can sell photographs of it on e-Bay for ten bucks a piece!"
We shuffled a couple paces further forward.
I studied the pillar in front of us and tapped Katie on the shoulder. "What's so special about it, then? What's it meant to be?"
"Jesus, Emma! Did you sleep all the way through biology class?"
Opening: Emily Feustel.....Continuation: anon.