The Cemetery Personal Narrative

The Cemetery-Personal Narrative

I remember it like it was yesterday. Infact, it was yesterday. My parents were leaving for a couple of days, so I could do anything I wanted. I called Amy, a girl I know from school. After we got off the phone, I knew it was time. That night I would be initiated into the group. Amy was going to come over at nine and take me to the cemetery for the ceremony. The clock hit nine, and I looked outside. Amy was walking toward my house, dressed in straight black. The only light that you could see was her face. I, on the hand, had on solid black with hanging silver chains. We left my house and started walking. All I knew was we were going to the cemetery at ten thirty, nothing else. Any had told me that we had to go somewhere else first.

Amelia had brought drinking glasses, Justin had a table cloth. Sam and Vicki brought food. Amy did not show hers though. They each had a box that they laid next to the others. They took their bags and piled them near me. I wasn’t sure what was in all those boxes, but I found myself not being able to wait and see. Amber turned on the CD player and I had not recognized the band at first. Then it turned out to be Godsmack. Richard poured the wine into the glasses that were lying there. Everyone was very quiet. Richard handed me a glass. Mine was very different from everyone else’s. It was very fancy with designs and symbols on it. I heard the tower bell ding eleven times, which meant it was eleven o’clock. "It is time to open the boxes," Sam had said to everyone. Sam was like the leader of the group; she was the one who started this "group". I did not get it at first, but I was supposed to open one box and take a drink of wine. Then everyone else would say so mote it be, and then they would take a drink. Sam handed me one box, the first one. I opened it, and inside was my trench coat. That was to show that I would be one of