Who Says They Can Do That To Me?

It was the first time I'd been there, for sure. Unlike him, of course. He'd been there all the time. Him, being Nick, the only boy not on the football team. I stepped over a dead frog, which grossed me out, and felt something snap sharply under my feet. I froze, and slowly looked down. A bone. I had to clamp my hands over my mouth to hide me complete and utter terror. I squatted down and did my best to move the bone without breaking it. Nick showing up was the last thing I expected.

"What the heck are you doing?" I jumped up, and rammed into him. "No need to knock the wind out of me, god." Nick had the defense wall of a brick. He picked up the bone I had crunched, no problem. That was nasty. I walked over to the grave I had been visiting.

"Joanna Peterson? A friend of yours?" Nick asked.

"Relative, dummy." I said half heartily. I had been thinking, how did Joanna die anyway? She was only nine. Nick handed me the bone. I saw a man holding a gun walking away from a child with bloodstains all over her tye die t-shirt. I dropped the bone.

"What's up, Nat?" he asked. I shook my head as fast as I could. He shook his head in response. That girl...she looked about nine. And she was dead. I felt my tye die T-shirt. Had blood once been on this? I needed to know...What happened to Joanne...the night she was murdered?