Being a living Zombie isn’t cracked up as everyone thinks.
I don’t crave human flesh.
My arms and legs aren’t falling off.
I just look like you.
Alive on the outside expect for I cant hear my heart beat, my blood doesn’t pump anymore. I don’t have to sleep, breathing is totally....well useless and if I get hit by a semi-truck I can just brush myself off like nothing happened. Think of me as a new form of Vampire.
Except I don’t sparkle and I'm not that attractive and I cant run super fast and lift things ten times my size.
My job was simple Revenge.
I had to start clean like nothing happened, I had to walk among the living as the new kid and find my murder. The traitor that took everything from me. No pressure.
The school was just like I remembered, big, full of jocks, cheerleaders, Emo's and over all wannabe's. That was the life of high school, I missed it.
No one remembered me, and that was a good thing. Everyone's memory was wiped. I mean how would you feel if your friend was dead and buried and then a couple of weeks later hes shows up at the school and gives you a high five? You'd wet your pants right, so would I. I walked in just as I did before I died expect for no one knew who I was. Which was perfect. I entered the halls like nothing was wrong careful not to knock into or bump into anyone. The school was just as I remembered, blue lockers streamed the hallways, the floor neatly polished. The school mascot of a lion was slapped right in the middle of the crossed intersection leading up stairs to whatever class you were at. I kept calm, my shades covering most of my face and my look of longing for my friends. I spotted most of them chatting normally, some looked like they had been crying. Their lockers decorated with a picture of me, well.....a different me.
Remember when I said that everyone memory was wiped of me, that included my pictures as well. On the picture, I looked totally different, I’m a blond with blue eyes and more attractive which didn’t help myself-esteem as I cursed under my breath and headed for the Administrations Office.
The Administrations Office was the same as always, false advertisements like Staying school is cool or the classic Smoking Weed is not good Indeed and my personal favorite say no to bullying. When clearly we all know missing school wont kill anyone, people will spoke weed anyway and bullying is still around who are we kidding. No on hardly follow poster advertisements anymore unless its a board picture of Hooters or a strip club or something. The Administrations Office was covered with Schedule’s of students, some wanting to withdraw, new transfer students and then theirs me the New Kid ( Sorta ). She was a round plump women in an really bright white dress, her hair was in a tight neat bun and her face looked like she at too many lemons. She had so much make up she looked like a clown, her skin was really pale and she looked irradiated when I walked in the door. She handed me my schedule with out even a Welcome to West Creek High. Instead she shooed me away, while she tried to sort out the pile of papers on her desk. I walked out the door and ran into a someone. I fell on my butt and he just stood their in front of me like a giant idiot. He was at least 6'5 with broad shoulders, his hair was brown along with his eyes. He had a strong jaw and perfect skin, he was built well and his shirt looked like it would bust out of him. His jeans were covered in mud, and he had on no shoes. I took a closer look and grinned. He helped me up, his wolfish face looked frightened as he looked around him confused and yet f ascinated.
