Chapter 10 The Cemetery

• I rode as fast as I could while toting my stuff, arriving at the cemetery gate. I locked my bike there and decided to walk the remaining distance. I crept passed the creepy graves, careful not to walk in grass ditches or twigs, and had a horrible premonition that I would fall into an open grave and be with my father forever.
• Though today's early autumn breeze brought with it a gentle, murmuring voice from the far right of the cemetery, I would have welcomed the peaceful silence. The booming voice made the hairs on my nape rise straight up in horror since every time I went to see my father after school, the cemetery was always empty. I quickly shoved the several possibilities that the individual might turn out to be a rapist or a beggar from the back of my head and tiptoed past the dirt-covered monuments and weeping willow trees.
• Despite having a bad feeling about the person I was in the cemetery today, I gave up on my plan to see my father out of confusion and inquisitiveness.