It was Sunday. I nearly fell out of bed when I woke with such a shock, as my alarm went off at half past eight. As soon as I was dressed, I stepped out of the door. A funny looking portal was ahead of me. Somehow I had just been transported to a graveyard with white crosses and lots of people in odd looking outfits. It made me feel very melancholic. It was Remembrance Sunday. I heard the soldiers chanting my name, Charlotte remember me, we are remembering you. I had just died. I felt my heart freeze and my soul left me as I fell to the ground...
