The Day Of The Dead Why do we think that spring is the renewal of everything?
The Day Of The Dead Why do we think that spring is the renewal of everything? Reality tells me the truth. I used to think that when spring came around, everything was possible. I now know the childish thoughts I had were ignorant and just there to help me get by. Maybe it helped...but I doubt it. Now I am all screwed up and cannot even fathom as to why I am writing this. Why would I tell anyone of the hardships I faced when the first spring past and everything went down hill? I mean if I were actually telling you a happy story, it wouldn't be what I am about to tell you at all. Chapter 1: The Dead are Alive?! "Alice!" My nanny who was secretly a prostitute, but everyone knew, called. "I know! Time for school." I groaned. "Actually, no. Some boys are here...Finn and Darryn." I shot out of bed lightening quick. I didn't realize that I was only in a baggy tee until both boys gawked at my fair legs. "Alice!" My nanny hit her head into her palm. "Um..." I spun and ran back up the stairs. I started to put clothes on when a hand wrapped around my bare stomach. "Alice." Finn said softly into my ear. "You know better than to do this here and now."
