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Names:

Royal: Edward Anderson & Amelia Smith

Acting: Rachel Wilson & Kyle Jones, Marvin Henry

Secret Couple: Michael Maldonado & Wren Hutcherson

Football: Mark Prescott & Willow Watson

Zombie: Madison Howell & Calvin Morales

Gay: Scott Finster & Noah Jackman

 Secret Couple: Chapter 1

I was tired, circling my shoulder from the soreness from a full day of hard work.

 Acting: Chapter 1

Football

"You look distracted lately," my best friend says. "Is anything wrong?" "No, I'm fine." It was true. Nothing has been bothering me at all. I was just thinking about things that I didn't necessarily want to talk about with Maria. All she would say was that I could do better, which I disagree. She's good at making me feel good about myself but bad at advice. I've known Maria since I was born. Our moms are really close, so we spend a lot of time together. Her twin brother, Mark, wants nothing to do with us girls. He calls us his slaves because he would trick is to do things for him. I sometimes even call for it now. Maria's tall, on the skinny side, and has long golden wavy locks. Any guy would literally do almost anything to at least kiss her. That can't be said about me though. Any guy would literally do anything to get rid of me. I, am short, fat, and have thick, tangled, curly dark brown hair. I look like a piece of garbage next to her. I don't even know how we ever ended up friends. The truth is that I have a crush on Mark. She doesn't know it though. And I don't plan to anytime soon. I always get butterflies when I see him. When we pass by, which is very rare, he gives me a bro nod, not even bothering looking back. I'm so drawn into my thoughts that I don't even hear Maria calling my name. Before I can even say bazzinga, her fingers are in my face, snapping away. "My God, will you ever listen to me?" She leans in and gives me this look that makes me shiver, even though it's like 90 degrees in Los Angeles. "You like someone," she whispers. "What," I said, even though I heard her the first time. "You like someone," she repeated. She grabs my hands and shakes it hard. "TELL ME!" I glance at her and shake my head. I can't tell her. It would crush her. If she found out that I liked her brother, she would literally burst into tears. She would go on saying that I should like someone else. Or maybe I would be wrong. She might get super excited and start imagining us as sisters-in-law. That wouldn't be so bad actually. But still, that would be very rare. She cares deeply about her brother. What if something went wrong. What if we happen to break apart. Would Maria still talk to me? "Will you promise to not get mad at !e?" I know I could trust her with my life, so I should trust her with this. "Cross my heart." She crosses her fingers against her heart and gives me a warm smile. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. "I like Mark." I open one eye to capture Maria's reaction. Her eyes are huge, but her smile is gone. I open both eyes and shrug. She says nothing. "Oh. My. Gosh." She bursts into laughing and I stare blankly at her. What's so funny? I am so confused. Is laughing a good sign, or does it mean that she's not my friend anymore. When she realizes what she's doing. She stops. "You like my brother?" she asks. "Yeah." Now she's the one confused. She grabs a hair strand and twirls it around her fingers. She is beginning to get a unibrow across her forehead, deep in concentration. "Makeover," is all she says before she stands up and walks away.

I don't see Maria for the rest of the school day. While I walk to her house, I start thinking about what she meant by "makeover." Does she want to play dress up like we did when we were six. I would be the ugly pig and she would be the beautiful fashionista. She would try and make me pretty, but she would fail miserably. I was ready to come into her room, but stop when I see him brush his elbow against my shoulder. "Sorry," he mumbles before disappearing into his room. I would have stayed longer in the hallway, thinking about the touch, when a hand grabs my arm and pulls me. "Get in here," Maria tells me. She sets me down on her chair and starts throwing makeup and clothes and straighteners into a basket. "What are you doing?" I ask. "Hush." Dang girl, why you shushing me for. Then it hits me. Makeover. "What are you gonna start with? I'm hoping of getting my hair straighter.  I don't like it this curly." She said nothing...I would have been talking to the air, and she still wouldn't have noticed. I was getting a little annoyed by her not talking to me. She expected me to talk to myself, but she would not talk anything herself. Stupid I'm telling you. As I sit there, impatient, I realize what she's doing. "I don't think this is a good idea. It might not change anything." He would still think of me as nerdy, ugly, fat Willow. Nothing more, nothing less. She finally stops and looks at me. "When do your braces come out?" She asks. "Next week," I answer, slightly confused. Who cares about my braces. What does that have to do with this? "Good, good." She turns away, grabbing a straightener. "Is it possible you could get it today?". "It's closed right now. If it's that important, I could schedule it for tomorrow morning instead of this Sunday.  Is that alright?" "Yes." She grabs the back of the chair and turns it so my whole face is in the mirror. I could see the details close up. My acne is starting to clear up. I could barely even tell I ever had ance before. A piece of hair fell across my face and I blew it away with my breath puffing through the air. My scalp was dry and thick. I new Maria was the queen of makeup, but it wouldn't even take a goddess to transform me from ugly to pretty. It's just not possible. She puts her chin on my shoulder and sighs. "We have a lot of work to do," she tells me. "Go hit the showers. We need you nice and extra clean." She grabs a shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. They must have cost a fortune, glancing at the brands. I fiddle with my dress, trying to trick my mind that it will be over soon. She puts them into my hands along with a towel. I obey, cursing myself

I look over at Mark Prescott, hanging out with his friends. "HE'S OKAY!" my best friend yells. She noticed that she was being too loud, because she immediately lowered her voice. "What has gotten into you? You don't think I know those quick stares that you give him when you think I'm not looking?" I smile. "He's gorgeous, divine," I say sarcastically. The truth was that he was gorgeous and divine. Way beyond that actually. Gosh, I'm crazy. Maria rolls her eyes. "Whatever." She turns back to her food, separating the veggies and the meat from her rice. I look to see what Mark is up to now, but immediately stare down my own lunch tray when I see him staring at me. I feel uncomfortable, not knowing if I should look back at him. I should, then see what happens. I look at him, but frown when he's not looking anymore. I sigh. Maria heard me. She looks at me, staring me down. "I'll be right back," I say to her. She nods, knowing. I get up and dump my tray in the trash. I take one last look at Mark, but see that he's gone. I don't think he's friends even noticed. A question was really bugging me as I walked out the door and headed toward the library. Would it be a coincident that we happened to look at each other at the same time. It couldn't, could it? If it was, then why would he be staring at me? But then again, why would I be staring at him? When I got inside my comfort zone, I went straight to the romance section. Romeo and Juliet? I've already read it. Everything, Everything? Also read it. Cinderella? Read it a million times. Now here's a new one. The Princess Diaries by Meg Cabot. I've seen the film, but never the book itself. I got it off the shelf and made my way to the counter to check it out. "I'm sorry. It's my fault.  I wasn't looking were I was going.  Here, let me pick it up," Mark said. "You don't have to do that." I reached down to pick up the books we both dropped, but he was also reaching for them too. We ended up bumping our heads together really hard. We dropped them again. We rubbed our foreheads and laughed. Real smooth, Willow. Real smooth. "Here," he said, bending to pick up my and his books off the floor. He handed me mine. I grabbed it from him and hugged it to my chest. We stood there, silent. I was looking at the my yellow converse, but decided to look up at Mark. I caught him staring. We stared into each others eyes for what seemed like forever. For a minute, I felt a connection. How his blue eyes sparked when he laughs. How his dimples form on each side of his smooth cheeks when he smiles. I was the first one to look away. Me and Mark? yeah right. It's like having a crush on Ryan Reynolds. It's never going to happen. "I should get going," I said, breaking the silence. "Me too." He nods, then walks away, not bothering with a goodbye. I can't breathe. I don't know if he is either. I don't see the up and down of chest rising and falling. It's just still and silent. I never noticed that his eyes has flecks of gray around the pupil. I don't even notice the teacher reminding us to be nice to the speaker coming in today. I heard a few words. Ms Shoeman... drugs... bad... die, etc. What am I doing? I'm not supposed to look at him. He must think so, because he turns away first. I turn away too. I rest my head on my shoulders and trying not to fall asleep. He was probably staring at me because I had spinach in my teeth. I knew eating that stuff was going to be the death of me. I didn't pay attention to what was going on around me. Before I knew it, the speaker had left my classmates were filed out the door. I grab my stuff and get out too.

Chapter 1

"You have spinach in your teeth," Maria said to me. She handed me a napkin and watched me take out the stupid spinach. I hate having braces. It's been two years since I knew life without metal on your teeth. "Oh, cheer up!" She punches me softly on the arm and smiles. "It's your sweet sixteen. Other girls are usually happy and excited to be turning 16." "Well, I'm not other girls." I got up from my chair and angrily made my way to my bedroom so I can sit on my stupid bed and stare at my stupid wall in my stupid pajamas. I'm sick and tired of people keep telling me to be happy and love myself for who I am. The thing it's that I don't like myself. I don't think I'm pretty. I'm not popular. I'm not a cheerleader. I'm nothing. I slammed my door and got in front of my mirror. I look like ugly and scary. No wonder why people don't like me. Just look at me. Braced teeth, frizzied hair, acne covered, flat chested Willow. I was deep in my thoughts when a knock came to my door. The knocker didn't even wait to hear my answer. Maria was standing in the doorway, arms crossed and looking pissed. "Why did you storm off like that?" I looked at her through the mirror and said nothing. I was too busy looking at her features. Thick, long, wavy blond hair that reaches down to her waist. Hazel eyes that are now the color blue because of her blue dress. It's weird. Supposedly, whatever you wear effects what kind of color your eyes changes to for hazel eyes. She has deep curves and huge breasts. She's tall, too. Compared to her, I'm a dump. She must have read my mind because what she said next made her the greatest mind reader ever. "First of all, stop comparing yourself to me, and second of all, you are not a dump. You are beautiful in every way." She took my hand and placed a piece of yellow ribbon on my palm. She took my finger and closed them to make a fist, keeping the ribbon still in my hand. She smiled p, then walked away. When she left I immediately tied the ribbon she gave me to my ponytail and tried to smile. The metal glowed because of the light shining on it. I have to get used to this. This may be normal life for me. I sigh, grabbing Romeo & Juliet off my desk and holding it to my side as I step out my door and head back down to the dining room. The dining room was covered in blue balloons. The tablecloth was a silky aqua blue with little waves at the bottom. Maria is sitting on the far end table. When she looks up at me from her lap, she smiles. I come walk up to her and sit down on my chair that she left. She then went to sit on the empty chair to my right. "I'll be right back," Maria whispers. I nod, not caring. When she got back, she was carrying a big red box with a red bow on top in her arms. "Happy Birthday," she told me. She hugged me and have me a kiss on the cheek. I smiled, wondering what could be inside. "You can't have this till we have the cake," she set the box on table and went into the kitchen. The whole time she was gone, I was staring at the box. Could it be a person. You know, those pranks when you think it's a present but really it's a person hiding inside. I watch it, looking for any signs of life. I give up eventually, focusing back in the food I barely touched. Maria yelled for everyone to stand around me. She came out of the kitchen holding a blue frosted cake on her hands. "Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to you.  Happy Birthday to Willow.  Happy Birthday to you.  Now blow the candles and make a wish," Maria exclaimed. The candles were already light, so all I had to do was make a wish and blow the candles. It sounded easy, but it wasn't for me. I wish for a lot of things, but one of them beat the rest out. I closed my eyes, smiled to myself, and blow softly, but hard enough to make the flame go away. Everyone started clapping and yelling as the cake got cut for everyone to enjoy. "Save me a piece, can you," I whispered. "Of course." I hugged her again. "But after you open your presents." I looked at the only present and sighed. "Fine." "Can you get me a handkerchief in the supply closet. My hands are covered in frosting and cake crumbs." "Yeah." Right away, I knew something was up, but I did what she told me to. When I got back, everyone was back to normal. Talking to everyone and drinking beer. Maria was hyper. I knew she was trying her best to act serious, but she failed miserably. "Open it! Open it!" she yelled in my ear. She didn't even ask for the handkerchief. My parents where standing across the table. Father had a camera in his hand, while mother wrapped her hands across her chest, smiling deeply. I took the top box and gasped.

Chapter 2

"A PUPPY!" I screamed. I was crying, then laughing, then crying again. It was a new born Golden Retriever puppy. It has the cutest little black eyes. It has more of a white fur coat than a golden one, but I figured it was a phase. As I cradled him, it started licking my face. I laughed, thinking about Marley from Marley & Me. He better not be as mischievous as him. I was too busy thinking about what kind of trouble my dog would get into that I didn't even think about what to name him. I'm thinking either Herman or Carswell. "Do you like it?" my mother asked. "No." Everyone went silent. I could feel people's eyes on me, probably thinking how I would not like this. To be honest, I don't like. "I don't like it. I love it!" I broke down to a smile when everyone started laughing. Minutes later, they were still laughing. I didn't get it. It wasn't that funny. Then, I noticed why they were laughing. They weren't laughing with me, they were laughing at me. My cousins where making expressions of me smiling with braces. I covered my mouth, hiding my embarrassment. I could feel tears streaming down my face. Herman (that's what I decided to name him) began licking them away with his warm, long tongue. I smiled, thinking how I now have someone to wipe them away. I smiled even bigger when I realized that I'd be covered in dog spit. "Smile," my father said as he held out his camera to take a picture. I held my brand new dog to my chest and smiled. Who cares if I have braces. After I have them taken off, I would laugh when I look at this picture. I would be thinking, I looked cute in braces. Who knows, I might even show my future children how their mommy looked like at the age of 16. That is I'd I find a mate that loves me for who I am. The blinding light did it's thing and I heard the snap of the picture being taken. Herman jumped out of my grip and raced to the front door. It turned around and have the saddest puppy face I have ever seen. "He must need to go," Maria stated. "I'll do it," I offered. "Here, you're gonna need a leash." She handed me a yellow collar with a yellow bow attached to it. The leash was an addition. "Thank you." I grabbed the items away from her and got out of the house with Herman by my side. I really wanted to say 'Thank you for making this birthday the best one a girl could ever dream of', which wasn't true. The only good thing about this was that I got Herman. Besides that, my day was basically me getting spit on my face from all the laughter I got. We were walking around the neighborhood. I could hear a ball dribbling close by. I was close enough to see who it was. Mark Prescott, the most hottest and most popular kid in my grade. I stared at him with my mouth open. He had his shirt off, displaying his toned abs. They were shiny because he was sweating, but in a good way. He was wearing blue shorts with two white stripes on the sides. He had on blue sneakers which were dancing around his driveway as he tried to make a basket. I would have kept staring if it wasn't for a ball rolling to my foot. I looked down, not thinking it was Mark's.      I picked it up, switching it back and forth between my hands. "Do you play?" I look up, seeing him right in front of me. "Oh!". I handed him his basketball back and said, "No, not really." He flew his gaze from me to Herman. "Is this your dog? I don't remember you having one." He smiled, showing me his pearly whites. Should I tell him it's my birthday. He might think I'm making a big deal out of it. "I got it for my birthday...which is today." "Happy birthday-" he stops, looking confused. "Willow." "Happy birthday, Willow. May I ask how old you are turning?" "16." I say. Was he being kind or was he taking pity I me. I couldn't be sure. "Why do you ask?" "You look familiar. Have we meet before?" He looks puzzled, as if trying to figure me out. "I go to your school." "Oh." He smiles, then walks off. I watch him round the corner until he truly is gone.

I take a look around my school cafeteria and frown. I don't get it. How could a pop tech school like Ridgeway High School be filled with loud, noisy, self obsessed snobs. I try to look for Maria, but stop when I see Mark a couple of tables to my left. Look at my shoes and stay there until Maria comes and saves me. Why am I even looking. It's not gonna happen. He goes after the hot girls

I know things that I shouldn't know, saw things I shouldn't see, done things I should have never done, but nothing was compared to this.

Prologue

I can't sleep. How could I when a hot guy (my boyfriend) came to get me so we can spend time together. When I say he's hot, he's hot. He has always been model worthy cause of his absolute hotness. He has blond hair, almost covering his eyes. Oh, those eyes. They were bright blue, a blue nobody could replicate. A blue so radiant, it could have been mistaken for the sky of you looked closely enough. That's how I know. I was brought back to Earth when I heared the soft, quit sound of whistling. I grinned. That must be Trevor. He was singing "Build me up, Buttercup." I guess I'm his buttercup. I got up as quickly as I could, and made my way to the window. This was becoming regular, almost normal. Trevor would meet me at my house so we could sneak out and do useless crap. One time, we got a bunch of toilet paper and did something stupid. Most kids would have toilet papered their ex-boyfriend's house and spray paint a curse word on the side of their house. Instead of that, we build a nest... in the woods. Don't ask me why, I don't really know if I understand either, but I do know is that it was a terrible idea. Trevor said we should lay down and watch the world rotate before our eyes, seeing the world unfold, the stars move around us. I mentioned a blanket would be easier, but he insisted we try something different. The next day, we ended up with a bad case of poison ivy, with cuts and scratches all over our skin to go along with it. "Are you ready?" Trevor asked. "What are we doing tonight?" I asked, ignoring his question. Of course I was ready. If I wasn't ready, I wouldn't have opened the freakin' window. "I thought we could get a drink, do something different. How does that sound?" "That sounds perfect. Let me just get my jacket first." I grabbed the closest one and put it on. It was made of leather and had a picture of a blue heart ironed to it. Trevor offered me his hand and I took it. He helped me get down, gently dropping me to the ground. He held my hand all the way to the car. He released me so he could open my door. He's hot and a gentleman. What is he not? The ride was awfully quiet, The only sound was the song on the radio. "'Thunderclouds' is it?" I asked. He nodded, his eyes on the road. I looked away, afraid I might say something dumb. Trevor then parked his car in the Starbucks parking lot and then turned to face me. He leaned close and started whispering in my ear. "You are so fuckin' hot, Maddie." He started kissing my ear, then my neck, then all the way to my lips. His kisses were wet and hard. I could feel his tongue on the roof of my mouth. Even though we kissed a thousand times, he never tried to stick his tongue out. Maybe he just wanted to increase affection, but this was moving way too fast for me, but I didn't stop him. I just couldn't. I was afraid he'll leave me. When I first meet Trevor, I didn't think of him as a human being. I thought of him more as a god. He was too good to be real. When he asked me out, I couldn't believe it. He could have been with any girl of his choice, and he picked me? Why me? I'm not sure how that happened, but it happened. I pulled away, turning my head to look at the cafe. "Shouldn't we go in?" I said. "Yeah, of course." He looked sad to have stopped so soon, but he got out of the car and came to open my door. "Shall we?" Trevor bowed and took my hand, gently kissing my knuckles. I blushed. As he pushed the door shut, I noticed that not a lot of people where here. On Tuesday nights, Starbucks is pretty full. Now it's deserted. There were five other cars, plus us. That seems weird. Maybe there was an accident up the the road. Maybe they were at a party. I wonder why they didn't invite us. Even though it bugs me that I don't know why the lot is not crowded, I take my focus back to Trevor. He was a little ahead, but I didn't mind. As we came in, there were only two people who were sitting on the tables. They were workers. One was a boy and one was a girl. The girl has red hair, pulled back into a ponytail. She was about five foot, but has huge feet. The other guy was also on the short side, standing at about five five. He was also a red head, but freckles were sprinkled all over his nose. They seemed to be in a deep conversation. When they saw us, the man stood up and offered Trevor to shake his hand. He took it, shaking it hard. "I'm Joshua, and this is my twin sister, Roberta," the girl stood and took my hand. Roberta's skin was soft and weak. I felt like the Hulk next to her. "Where's everybody?" I said, gesturing to all the empty tables. "Everyone has been obsessed with zombies these days. They are spending too much time watching The Walking Dead, much more than before. Zombie apocalypse books are coming out, action figures, decorations. So, we were thinking of inventing a zombie coffee. We were just brainstorming ideas," Roberta answered. She seemed nervous though, as if she knew something that I didn't.     I felt scared for some reason. I began to get goosebumps on my arms, slowly entering my back. Then, Joshua spoke again. "Look, we weren't going to tell anybody about this theory, but we can't just keep it to ourselves. We're thinking since so much of the population is into zombies, the government has invented a virus, a deadly one that is pretty much a zombie virus. They think it's a good way to lower the population, since it's higher than ever." "So your thinking that a zombie virus could be going around and we don't know it?" Trevor said. "They took some hostages and infected them. They left them at different places in the United States. Nobody knows that they're still stuck in cages. They're waiting for the zombie marathon so if a human does walk upon the living dead, they would think it's all fake," Joshua then looked at Roberta, waiting for her to finish the rest. I didn't let her. "How do you know this stuff?" I practically yelled. I was fuming. Who do they think they are, the government? A spy? A scientist? But what if it's all true. We can't say they didn't warn us. I didn't get to find out how they knew, because there was a noise. A noise that when we heard, we were quit. For some reason, I took Trevor's hand, noticing that Joshua had already taken Roberta's hand. I could feel Trevor's heartbeat, even though I was a couple of inches away from him. I was about to ask if they would get out coffee when we heard it again. The first time, it was quick and low, almost thinking that it was in our heads, but this time, it was longer and louder. We craned our ears to hear more. The noise was a low moan, spears ripping through the words. I held my breath. We all knew what this was about. Roberta looked at Joshua and whispered, "So soon?" Joshua was about to answer when a high-pitched scream interrupted him. I covered my ears, slipping my hand out of Trevor's grasp. Roberta quickly took out her purse and pulled out five, small guns. I stared, wide eyed. Why would she have FIVE? She handed one to her brother, then three to us. "There should be a guy in the back around your age. Give him the gun and all three of you get the hell out of here. It's too dangerous," Joshua said, rather quickly. Trevor pulled me away, leading me to the back. As we got closer, we could here singing. It was rather good, sounding a bit like Charlie Puff or Justin Bieber. When we got close enough to see where it was coming from, I stopped on my tracks. Trevor didn't seem to mind, because he got up to Calvin and slapped him on the back. Calvin nearly hit him. He was wearing headphones, not noticing we were behind him. Calvin is not necessarily the popular kid. I know he thinks of me as popular just because I'm dating Trevor. He doesn't know that I don't like being popular. It's tiring, really. Fans follow you everywhere, going on your every move. It's like being a celebrity. The truth was I was more of a shadow. I never thought I felt at home in Trevor's group. I could feel by the way his friends look at me when he's not there. Calvin was the same way. Trevor laughed, wrapping his arms around his stomach. I couldn't deal with it. I stood in front of Trevor, raising my hand to slap him. Calvin was ahead of me first. As he tried to throw a punch at Trevor, I got in front of him, blocking his attempt. The fist didn't stop flying though. The impact was strong. I could taste blood in my mouth. I stumbled, then fell. That was going to leave a bruise. "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO HER?" Trevor yelled. "I was trying to hit you, not her. She just happened to be in front of me at the wrong time," Calvin yelled back, but more calmly. Trevor was about to tear him to shreds, only I've been able to get up. "We are not here to fight with each other," I said handing Trevor and Calvin each a gun, saving myself one. "We are under attack and we need to get moving. Now will you stop being big babies and start acting more mature." They stared at each other, murder in their eyes. "Fine," they muttered under their breath. "Good, now let's kill some zombie butt." I was glad Calvin didn't ask any questions. If he had, I'd probably wouldn't have the answer to them. We raised our guns to eye level, walking slowly to the back exit. From the distance, we could hear gun shots, probably from Joshua and Roberta. Then, they stopped. My heart was beating rapidly. Adrenaline pumping through my veins. We stopped when we neared the door. Calvin was the runner up. He kept one hand on the doorknob, the other holding his gun. I could feel Trevor shaking in front of me. "We don't know what could be out there. We will stick together. No matter what happens." Calvin swung the door open, then immediately dropped his gun. The rest is history.

Chapter 1

"You should think of putting some more color into this room. It looks like a prison cell, minus the toilet and sink. You have a desk, so I guess that's a bonus," I told Trevor. We are in his room, going over today's homework. "I don't need 'color' to be able to call it my room," he shot back. "I was only suggesting." I pouted, afraid I've enraged my first love. "Oh, don't be sad. I'll see what I can do to make it more festive." He gave me a soft pat on the shoulder, then returning to the endless trigonometry questions. I began looking around again. The walls were white and smooth. He had a shelf made of wood, painted, you guessed it, white. He has a selection of thriller and horror films from the '80s. He says that olden films are much better than nowadays. Well, at least from an year ago. Moving on from his films, below them was his desk, which we happened to be sitting on. It has a white container filled with white pencils. Next to that was another white container with white erasers. He also has a white stapler, with white staples, white paper, white folders, white notebooks, WHITE EVERYTHING! The only color other than white is the bedspread. White mostly, but with blue stripes willing about half the space. His backpack was blue. His clothes were each a specific color. "Only one color at a time," he used to say. Now he's mostly cranky, after what happened the night the dead came back. It was horrifying to be honest. I don't like talking about it, so I don't.     I nearly fell out of my seat when Trevor nudged me. I forgot he was still there. He smiled, pleased to have given me such a fright. "Scaredy cat," he joked." I playfully hit him on the arm. He laughed, smiling even bigger. When he opened his lips, I couldn't help but look at his teeth. They were brighter than the sun, a white spark flew out of his mouth, proving how shiny they were. I giggled, surprised I was thinking about teeth.  Trevor took me by surprise. He wrapped one of his arms around my waist while the other one was digging into my hair. He pulled me closer, filling the empty gaps of space with our body. He kissed me, this time with no tongue. At least not yet. I pulled away, looking into his dreamy eyes. "Is it ok if I stick my tongue..." I didn't even get to finish my sentence because he pulled me to him, kissing me a little bit harder.  We stood up and he slammed me onto the wall. He began kissing me harder than ever, so much that I let out little moans here and there.      My hands were starting to get tangled in his hair, when a whistle came from the door. We pulled away, focusing on the intruder. "And the hot gets hotter," Shirley gushed, swinging her car keys around her fingers. She began clapping, making my cheeks grow hot. "What are you doing here?" I asked her. Shirley has been my best friend since secondary school. I remember the first time we meet. We were having lunch, but I didn't know where to sit. I saw a girl that I thought was kind of pretty, and sat next to her. Turns out she was a complete jackass. Then, Shirley came to my rescue. She totally told her off who I now know as Harvey West, the most popular girl in our grade. Shirley said to fuck herself up and to leave me alone. She then pushed Harvey to the floor and left her there. Harvey began crying, saying things like, "OMG, there's a tator tot on smashed in my tutu. Please help me, it could be carrying cancer. I DON'T WANT TO DIE! WAHHH!" Shirley and I couldnt stop laughing for days. "I came by your house so we could go rent a movie to watch for girls' night. You weren't there, so I thought you must have been at Trevor's, then here I am," she remarked. "Oh, shoot. I forgot we had girls' night tomorrow. I'm sorry, Trevor.  We could talk later, ok?" I hugged him, rubbimg his back. I kissed him on the cheek and let go. "Talk to you later then. Be careful. They could be anywhere." By "they", he meant the undead. Trevor, Shirley, and I are lucky. We live in a gated neighborhood. Guards with loaded guns are standing on duty, looking for zombies wandering around the streets. The not so lucky people are stuck with thin chain-link fences around their houses. In December, the newspaper covered a story about a widow women's house being attacked by a couple dozen zombies. I've already been used to the horrific stories like that. They're no surprise to me.

Extras

When the dead came back: What really happened after Calvin opened the door.