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it up. The old thing sputtered pitifully before revving.
The stereo lulled some familiar tune that tugged at my chest tightly. I knew it- the song.
It was the one I died to.
“Mom! Nick hit me,” my brother Pete cried from the back seat. Glancing in the rear view mirror, I swore I saw his grey eyes and haunting smile.
“Nick, stop it,” my mother scolded.
I closed my eyes. Gripping the steering wheel tightly, I sped up a bit.
“I wasn’t doing anything,” I insisted, my breathing becoming heavy.
But my mother shot me a look anyways.
“I want to listen to country,” my brother whined. I thought I saw his hand reach for the radio.
But I imagined it. He wasn’t there. He never was. Within a few minutes, I was at the high school. I watched as kids pointed at my truck, as if the old thing wasn’t embarrassing enough.
I pulled into the parking lot of the school and waited for Mae. I spotted her dark skin in the crowd of Others and Changed and smiled to myself. She met my gaze, and then looked at my car, her golden eyes blazing.
“You’ve been Graff-Attacked, I see,” she noted, taking in the frowning face. “The X’s really pull it all together.”
I made myself smile for her sake.
She pulled her silky straight hair into a ponytail, careful with the ones at the nape of her neck, high on top of her head.
“Hey, Nicky, why do you look so sad,” she asked, her brows scrunching together in concern. How could I possibly begin to explain to her that I saw my dead family on the car ride to school?
I simply smiled.
“I’m not.” The words were slow and careful coming out of my mouth. I paused between each words, giving myself enough time to prepare myself for the next.
Mae was one of the few, if not only, person I talked to, dead or alive. She didn’t gasp in amazement as I spoke, and instead nodded, as if understanding. Because Mae understood. She was an Other. A freak. An Outcast.
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The stereo lulled some familiar tune that tugged at my chest tightly. I knew it- the song.
It was the one I died to.
“Mom! Nick hit me,” my brother Pete cried from the back seat. Glancing in the rear view mirror, I swore I saw his grey eyes and haunting smile.
“Nick, stop it,” my mother scolded.
I closed my eyes. Gripping the steering wheel tightly, I sped up a bit.
“I wasn’t doing anything,” I insisted, my breathing becoming heavy.
But my mother shot me a look anyways.
“I want to listen to country,” my brother whined. I thought I saw his hand reach for the radio.
But I imagined it. He wasn’t there. He never was. Within a few minutes, I was at the high school. I watched as kids pointed at my truck, as if the old thing wasn’t embarrassing enough.
I pulled into the parking lot of the school and waited for Mae. I spotted her dark skin in the crowd of Others and Changed and smiled to myself. She met my gaze, and then looked at my car, her golden eyes blazing.
“You’ve been Graff-Attacked, I see,” she noted, taking in the frowning face. “The X’s really pull it all together.”
I made myself smile for her sake.
She pulled her silky straight hair into a ponytail, careful with the ones at the nape of her neck, high on top of her head.
“Hey, Nicky, why do you look so sad,” she asked, her brows scrunching together in concern. How could I possibly begin to explain to her that I saw my dead family on the car ride to school?
I simply smiled.
“I’m not.” The words were slow and careful coming out of my mouth. I paused between each words, giving myself enough time to prepare myself for the next.
Mae was one of the few, if not only, person I talked to, dead or alive. She didn’t gasp in amazement as I spoke, and instead nodded, as if understanding. Because Mae understood. She was an Other. A freak. An Outcast.
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Text: DO NOT STEAL OR I WILL GET YOU WITH MY ZOMBIE FRIENDS!
Publication Date: 09-08-2012
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Dedication:
To Liv and Meg, Who pushed me to write this, and have always supported me <3
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