Ethan
The staff at the cemetery looked happy to have us. Ophelia handed over the note from school to the manager a tall lean athletic man in his late forties with a world war moustache and a smile that clicked on and off. After confirming its authenticity, he gave us some brooms and a lawnmower with dustbins. We shared the tools among ourselves, the girls carried the flowers and led the way.
"Graves" Nick mumbled under his breath.
"Buddy, are you alright. You have a phobia for graves?"
"Not really. I've just never been around so many graves"
"Exactly what I meant, don't worry though, we're in this together and besides it's day time vampires don't come out until dusk, zombies are just a fantasy and..."
"Not helping" he growled under a muffled breath.
"Okay am going to shut up now"
