As the car came to a stop, I opened the door sliding my feet out and gently placing them on the ground. I looked around deserted but of course no comes to grave yard at six in the morning.

I stand up and close the door behind me; I take deep breath in smelling the morning air, one more glance and walk to the front of the car to pay the driver.
“Hey girli you said someone was going to be here with you!”
“I lied.”
“Well then I can’t just leave you out here!”
“And why is that?”
“Well for starters you are only six!”
“True, but what if I paid you doubles the amount?”
He hesitated for a little then said “three times the amount and we have a deal!”
“Deal”
I handed him the money and waited till he was out of site before heading to where graves lay, I walked through the grave yard glancing at head stones every so often. I continued walking until i reached the last head stone in the row.
1924_ 1996 IN THE LOVING MEMORY OF ARTHUR PHILIP DEATHCREAPER. Was written on the head stone. I place a signal rose bud that removed from my pocket by the head stone. I feel someone tap me on shoulder and turn around to see MICHAEL JACKSON apparently my some huge crush on this guy, apparently he changed her life which is astonishingly baffling considering that she never met him. He clears the trough and says “aren’t you a little young to be here, alone at this hour of the morning?”
“I suppose so?”
“What are you doing here anyway!” he demanded!
“I am visiting my grandfather’s grave.”
“Oh I’m sorry.”
“It’s cool I’ve moved on, so what are you doing here?”
“May I see your neck less?”
“But you never answered my question!”
“Oh sorry but can I see your neck less?”
“Sure!”I remove the neck less and hand it to him, it a thin platinum sting with a charm. The charm is a dagger with a glass casing where the blade should be, in the casing is a crashed ship and on the flat side of the ship is written MICHAEL.J. He turns it around in his hand examining it; He looks up “I have the other half to it!”
“But that’s.............................impossible........it.....can’t be!”
“Why, is it because it is only supposed to be given to a true love?”
“No...It just.... that .......... you knew my mum!”
“Yes I loved her she made me happy........ I though she was happy..... But the she just left, I found her here a few days later, she said that she hated me and if I tried to look for it would be the biggest mistake I would ever make and I never saw here again.”
“And anyway why it that strange, your mother was a beautiful and gentle woman.”
“I know she is my mother after all”
“well you still haven’t told me what you are doing here?”
“Well this is the last place I saw her, I come here all the time to throw it away but I never do, because matter how much pain she put me through after she left me, I still love her.”
Oh well don’t worry she still loves you,”
“Well I am going back to Neverland, would you care to join me for breakfast.”
“Naaaa, it’s okay”
“No I insist!”
“Well I suppose a few hours couldn’t kill anyone.”
“That’s the spirit come on lets go.”