The Zombie Prince: Part 1

The blood from my wounds splashed onto the icy stone floor. He repeatedly bashed my head into it, which created a dent. I was going to cry out for help with this gruesome situation but who would help me? There weren't any houses for miles. My eyes were drawn to the pool of blood from the new hole in my head. I tried to get up but his foot jabbed into my rib cage which created an engorged purple bruise. How did I end up here? Why did I get involved with a monster like him? Where did I go wrong? Who would have thought that someone who came across as a total sweet heart would turn out to be a hardheaded, abusive, beast. I'll admit, I certainly didn't think about it when I first met him.

(Six months ago)

Another colorless start to another crappy week. I thought this monday would be equivalent to the rest, agonizingly boring with no surprises. Yet, walking into Mrs.Evanowski's 11th grade Social Studies classroom for first period, I thought differently. Chatter drifted out of the mouths of students. Overdoses of Axe and expensive perfumes wafted the atmosphere, piercing my lungs when I inhaled its strong scent. There were no seats next to my friends. They were all in the back of the room, talking and laughing, not even giving me a sideways glance. I was a bit offended that they never acknowledged me walking in, but I got over it pretty quickly. We had a huge homeroom so almost all the seats had someone in them. The back of the room was beyond crowded. The only seat that was left was the one in front of Mrs. Evanowski's desk.

She grabbed a clip board and red ball point pen off of her metallic desk and hushed us students. She began to do attendance as I plopped down into the wooden chair next to the new guy. He had just moved to New Jersey all the way from England. I rarely ever saw him (he was so shy I didn't even know he was in my class), and when I did, it would be for a brief moment. He'd rush through the halls with his eyes focused on the tiled floor, avoiding all the cold glares from nearly everyone he passed by. His arms were always pressing his textbooks against his chest. All I had ever really seen was the back of him. I was beyond curious to see what the front of him looked like. He turned toward me and a faint smile tugged at his full lips. He had the perfect jaw line, kind of like a model would. His dark brown eyes met mine for a second or two before he looked away. His skin had been kissed by the gentlest rays of sunshine. His dark hair was swept up, with multiple gels, into a quiff. He looked rather handsome in his blue jeans, wife beaters, denim shirt, and Timberlands. There was this rugged look to him, he seemed cool. At first glance, I didn't see anything bad about him, which made me wonder why did all the students disdain him?

Lost in thought, I didn't even realize Mrs. Evanowski had called my name for attendance several times and that she was watching me gaze at the boy sitting next to me. In fact, the entire class was watching me stare at him. When I came back to reality, I began to heat up with embarrassment. My hands were clamming up, and my stomach turned. Mrs. Evanowski was still waiting for me to say something.

"I-I'm here." I stuttered sheepishly.

"Are you sure about that?" She asked jokingly.

I nodded timidly. I could still feel everyone's eyes on me, it made my heart beat quicken. The rhythmic tune pounded in my ears so loud, I thought the whole class could hear it.

Mrs.Evanowski continued to go down the list, calling names in alphabetical order. Once she was finished, she asked,

"Is there anyone I missed?"

"Yea... You missed me." said the boy nonchalantly, as if he were used to being forgotten.

"I'm sorry, young man. It's just that I haven't had a new student so late in the year, I sometimes forget." she explained as she jotted something down on her clipboard.

I had to agree, it was late in the year. April was almost over, and once May passed we would have a short way till summer break. I also had to agree that I was just as much at unease about having a new student as Mrs.Evanowski was. He had already been here for two weeks and I didn't even know his name. I could practically feel the awkward circling around the table.