She enterd a graveyard- I did not expect she was that creepy. Then, there she was stroking a gravestone that said 'Evelyn Pickleman'. I screamed, forgetting that I was supposed to be spying on someone. She approached me as silent as a heart beats no more.  

"Come," she whispered. I followed her into the graveyard and felt a tingle along my spine as I troted over the oldest gravestone in history. It said that the person died in 1654. A bit too long ago, don't you think?

Then she pointed at the name 'Evelyn Pickleman' again. I gaze there trying to get the faintest memory of this woman-my mum. I shook my head and stopped daydreaming, Isla knew who my mum was and I don't know how. She was even putting flowers beside the grave stone and tears trickled down her cheeks. It seemed that my mum and Isla were extremely close. Though my mum was alive, wasn't she.

"Come on sis" she said                                                                               

Then I fainted.