This is just a little story I wrote. I thought I'd share it, and maybe I'll write a story once a month. We'll see where it goes!

I was walking home from school, when something caught my eye. It was beautiful. The way it glistened in the light was magnificent. It captivated my eye. The thing so magnificent was nothing but a mere locket, which, in my eyes, was beyond treasure. It hung from a branch so gracefully, and as I reached for it, I fell and hit my nose, but the locket fell with me. I opened it, and there was a picture of a little boy. He was about nine and on the other side was nothing. I was about to close it, but then a drop of blood from my nose leaked on to the other side, and as I wiped it off my face, a picture of me appeared in this little locket. I was stunned, but with the mind span of a dog chasing squirrels, I disregarded it. I ran home, and I showed my mother. I told her about my picture, but she did not look at it, and she acted like she had not seen nor heard me.

Why?

As I pondered my thoughts late in my room, a little boy appeared. It was the boy in the locket. When our eyes met, I felt as if I had known him for forever. He looked quite odd though. He was pale, and his eyes... His eyes were all white. I was not afraid though. I asked him why my mother did not see the locket, and his response was chilling.

The next day I went downstairs to see my mother at the table crying. I ran to her and tugged at her robe. Once again, she acted as if I was not there. There was a knock at the door. My mother opened it up and there were two policemen. They did not look happy.

Why did they look so sad? I questioned.

They started talking and then as I tried talking no one seemed to listen. I started screaming. No one looked at me. That’s when I realized.

No one could hear me.

As I recalled the events from the day before, it dawned on me. When I was reaching for the locket I grabbed the branch. The branch had broke, and that is why the locket had fallen on me. When I fell, I had hit my head on a rock. The blood that I thought was my nose was actually from my head.

I was dead.

The boy in the locket. He was also dead. Guess how? Captivated by a locket and an accidental death. I was now cursed into being the next picture for some new little boy or girl to find.