"Come on, come hang out with us." The cruel girls from the village teased, a trick I had fallen before.

"Really?" I asked, hoping that this time they wouldn't laugh. They did, mocking me for thinking they wanted to be around me, the ugly, scarred, orphan who dug graves for a living.

Tears formed in my eyes as I ran away, not wanting to listen to another cruel word. I ended up in the cemetery leaning against the old tree and bawling my eyes out. I hadn't even noticed that you had followed me...