<div align="center"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr164/TheTaintedTear/390879930_b9012ca6ca_m.jpg)</td><td>(http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr164/TheTaintedTear/1665707484_7949435927_m.jpg)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Dakota was lingering behind her sister by the distance of a few steps this time. It would be wrong to brand Dakota as evil…rather, the word <em>mischievous</em> might suit her better; harmlessly mischievous, yes. Dakota loved to play a good game, one that pushed nerves to a frizzled edge or challenged the participators. Simply given, Dakota had an active imagination and was easily bored, so she suffered from this. Or in other people’s opinions they suffered from it instead, becoming the target of her boredom.<br/><br/>This was why Dakota had her twin sister trudging through the grounds of a city cemetery in the middle of the night. She had dared her sister to touch John Avery’s sculpted tombstone when the moon sat high in the dark sky. Danae could not go alone of course. Dakota had to travel along with her sister too just to be certain that she fulfilled the dare. In all perspective, it would have not been such a challenging and exciting dare if John Avery’s tombstone was not the oldest dated and farthest sitting grave in the ancient cemetery. Even Dakota felt a hint of fear as they drew deeper and deeper into the creepy landscape, but she easily swallowed it down and blamed that scary movie she had watched with Danae the night before.<br/><br/>Sensing her sister’s apprehension put a small smile on Dakota’s face. The entire game was worth it now. Even if they never made it to Avery’s resting site, the nervous dread that her sister was experiencing was enough to satisfy Dakota. Please do not get her wrong! Dakota dearly loved her sister and could not face the onslaught of days without her twin near by. Danae was Dakota’s best friend and although they were different in personality they were also inseparable from one another.<br/><br/><em>”Sis, how much further do we have to go?”</em><br/><br/>Dakota tugged the sleeves to her thin, rose colored shirt further down her hand. “Not much further Danae. Why? You giving up? You want to turn around and go home?” Dakota taunted her sister with humor in her voice. “It should be back there near the line of trees straight ahead….but we can turn around and go back right now if you want to?” Dakota’s feet softly fell upon the ground. Her boot-cut jeans covered the tongue of her low-cut sneakers. Dakota was sure that Danae knew the consequences of turning around. She would loose the dare, and Dakota was good and never letting someone live a failure down.</span>