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the details. She was still trying to figure out whether she’d filled out her giant stack of registration forms correctly.
    “Any questions? She asked, flipping her head back to Eva momentarily to gain a response, allowing Eva no time to think for herself.
    “Good.”
    Eva released the handle and wheeled her suitcase behind the woman. She wondered whether there was anyone to help her carry her enormous duffel bag she’d been dragging in her other arm. Anyone other than the attendant who looked like she could burst into a fury at any moment. They walked past a stone archway, the gateway to what looked like a cemetery.
    There were endless rows of wonky headstones chiselled in calligraphy, some letters washed out by the weather and time, bare vases absent of flowers. Eva couldn’t stop staring at them. The fact that she was in a school and she was walking through a cemetery was an unexpected surprise. Who was buried here? It was a cross between apocalyptic fiction, medieval mystery and a gothic fantasy. Some graves looking at least a few hundred years old, were in tatters. It looked as though the burial site had copped the bad weather, evident by the green moss taking over the headstones and the random tufts of lumpy brown grass. Everything about the gravesite was grave and miserable. The few leafless trees that stood, branched out low as if uniting in a respectful gesture of mourning. She stopped and crouched at one of the headstones.
    IN LOVING MEMORY
    ~†~
    EVE EVERT AND DAVID DELGORIOUS
    DIED: 1645 AGED 17
    FELL OFF A WILD HORSE.
    THEIR MEMORY CASTS A LIGHT FOR THE FUTURE OF HUMANITY. UNITED IN ETERNAL LOVE.
    RIP
    Eva’s eyes caught the memo on one of the headstones.  SADNESS FLIES AWAY ON THE WINGS OF TIME. And another. TIME FLIES OVER US, BUT LEAVES ITS SHADOW BEHIND.
    The grave brought up infant memories of her parents. Everyone had said they’d died in a car accident, but she’d never been able to see their grave. She had never been to say goodbye to them formally.
    They brushed past a large Greek statue centred in a circular opening at the gravesite that looked like it was supposed to be somewhere else.
    “Don’t lag behind girl.” The attendant said, causing Eva to jerk her head away automatically as if she’d been caught doing something naughty or she’d nosily been peeking into something private that she shouldn’t have. “We don’t have all day.” The woman said in her highlander accent voice, tapping her loosely on the shoulder and waving her off dismissively.
    Eva hurried to catch up with the quick-paced-woman who Eva sensed wasn’t the patient, home making mother type.
    Before Eva could stammer an apology, a skinny, dark-haired girl had appeared before her, wagging her long fingers in front of Eva’s face.
    “Oooooh! The reds are watching you.” She cooed in an intended spooky storytelling voice, dancing in a circle around Eva. She jumped beside one of the grave tomb memorial sites and attempted to imitate a zombie. “Oooooh, we’re watching yoooouuuu.” Her face fell and her pupils enlarged, waiting for some kind of instinctive (spontaneous) response suggesting fear to lead off from.
    Eva looked to her attendant who looked up from her paper work and was glowering at the crazy girl. Had this girl been eavesdropping on their whole conversation? Eva mused to herself. She wondered if there’d be another surprise lurking around the corner.
    “Miss Reardon.” She said, adapting a normal voice. Her glowing brown eyes snapped away from Eva, in lost interest, to her tour guide counterpart giving Eva a chance to get some breathing space from the girl. Her waning interest reminded Eva of the group of southern girls back at Margate who constantly sought attention and recognition. Eva watched the girl who sported a dark woollen sweater and tight leather jeans. Her pale face was quite the contrast against her black clothing, making her appearance project a ghostly gothic figure. So far, it seemed