Abby had cleared off the snow on her mother's grave and was sitting atop it, like it was a seat made just for her. Her short legs dangled over the edge and she leaned her head on the angel's body of the tombstone, as if actually leaning against another person. She wasn't mourning, she was actually having a conversation with her mother. Abby was too young to know her mother when she actually passed away but she liked to visit her grave every so often and update her on what was happening. She liked to think that every time she visited, she was just talking to an old friend.
"They shoved me in another locker today," she sighed and fiddled with a strap on her backpack. "They're stupid though. They said it was to see if I could fit at first. But clearly I fit. Why can't they just dump me in a trash can or something? At least that'd be easy to get out of..." Abby paused for a minute and thought of what else had been happening in her life. "A boy asked me to the dance, too ya know. I think you'd like him. He's kind of nice I guess. But he's totally just a friend. Oh! And it was Mandy's birthday a few days ago. ...but you already knew that. She's doing good..."
Abby stopped talking quietly and looked up when she heard another person talking. She had seen them putting in another headstone not too far over but she didn't think too much of it. The boy's voice traveled and she could hear some of what he was saying. He seemed to just be having a conversation with whomever was in the plot. "I'll be back, mom," Abby whispered to the angel on the gravestone, as though it were a real person.
Slowly, Abby made her way over to the guy sitting next to the tombstone on the ground. She watched him before she said anything and stopped at the foot of the plot, so as to be respectful of not walking where the casket presumably was in the ground. "It gets easier, you know," she murmured in the boy's direction as she tucked her long hair behind one of her ears.