I'm in Mr.Fiedler's room watching the latest news, two more minutes until it's time for my first class of the day. I tremble as I watch the clock tick away. Tick, tock, tick, tock... 8:45, I got 3 minutes to get to Mrs.Bernston's room, but off course her room is the only room on the other side of the school. I don't blame the other teachers, I wouldn't want to be by her room either. I quickly walk to Mrs.Berntson’s room as my heart pounds 1000 beats per minute. I slowly walk into her dark room, wondering why no one is here, and expecting some sort of trap. I take a couple steps inside then all of a sudden WHOOSH, next thing I know i’m hanging on the ceiling by me feet with a thick rope tied around my ankles. The nefarious lady comes out of the dark corner yelling, “I told you we’re gonna be in the computer lab typing our Meanwhile essays, didn’t you pay attention to anything i said yesterday!?”
“Y..ye ..yes mam, I just simply forgot,” I said.
“I don’t care! Maybe if you paid attention more you would learn a thing or two!” she screeched. She cut the rope and I
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...rd of zombies emerge from the bushes! Gizmo yells, “Come on!” I run after Gizmo. I sprinted as fast as I can, but the walking corpses are still following us. It’s like in horror movies, where no matter how fast you run, the antagonist can be walking slowly but some how are able to stay right behind you. Still right behind Gizmo, I trip on a fallen log and twist my ankle, my heart just sank. I quickly get up, limping, trying to catch up to Gizmo. I finally get to Gizmo, but theres one zombie that was hiding on the side of the path and grabs my shirt. With my shirt choking me, I fall with the zombie right next to me. As Gizmo is screeches, biting, doing everything he can do to get the zombie away, i'm kicking and doing everything I can do to get way. Gizmo shouts, “Hurry! meanwhile!” I quickly grab a handfull of leaves and twigs from the ground and spell “Meanwhile”.
The night before, I didn’t practice my English so I knew what to say. By now, I knew most of the words, so I would just let my heart guide me. Besides, my cramped old house, which is actually just a junky garage in an abandoned alley, is too small to let out my feelings. Once I got to school after a cold walk in the snow, I placed myself by her locker and waited. Fourteen minutes had gone by, and still no sign of Lily. I only had a minute to get to class now, so I hurriedly collected myself and ran to my locker. I was disappointed, knowing that without Lily here, it would be the hardest day of school. I opened my locker and to my surprise a note fell to the floor. I quickly picked it up and gazed at the neat handwriting that clearly spelled my name.
This story takes place in a New York City school in Manhattan, in the nineteen- sixties. The book covers the span of one school semester form September to February.
So nervous I had a bit of a shake to me, a constant shake that I’d almost grown accustomed to. I grab the cold metal door handle and pull it open. I walk through the door with a mountain of stress weighing me down. Stress from senior year, stress from work, and especially stress from not hearing back from the college I wanted to go to. As I enter there are pictures covering the wall to my right, a few more steps and I look to my right and I see Mrs.Sivets old desk, now replaced with a stranger. I continue walking and peer into offices filled with familiar faces, until I reach Coach Knapp’s room.
You don’t want to die alone now do you? Grab a partner or a friend as a meat shield so you can run away while they stand there getting slaughtered. Make sure you find some shelter and a nice secure door so they won’t be able to get in because zombies love breaking the doors down. If you’ve lost your mind because you’re not smart, you might hide in a house and be scared to death. Use your brain and go out there! Your brain might not be the most powerful tool for fighting, but you might’ve been dead before you could even fight with your brain. Fight ‘till every last zombie has died or until you died because your brain probably won’t help you at all with math equations, and writing essays because that’s not the point in the zombie
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"... she started pawing and ripping at him with her fingers, scratching his back and face..."
We listened as Mrs. DeCostia enumerated the names of those involved. “Kat, Tara, Kelly, Alexis, Rob, Joe, Matt, and John.” She announced with annoyance. How is it that all my friends got in trouble for the greatest prank in Fairfield’s 75 year history, but my name was left off that prestigious list? I watched my friend’s proud faces as they walked to the front of the room and I laughed as I heard Matt say “So you caught the people, who perfectly reconstructed your room on the roof of the school, but you will never know who the genius behind it was, and as long as that stays a secret, we’ve done our job.” Then Mrs. DeCostia grabbed him by the shirt collar and dragged him outside. Soon there was a wave of people standing and clapping for their hero, the only person to show Mrs. DeCostia what a horrible person she really was. Apparently since my name had been left off the list, they had no intention of revealing it. But still I got the greatest prize of all, even better than being called up there with them: knowing that it was my idea to take every item out of her room and put it on the roof. There was a loud slamming of the door and soon the classroom fell silent. “Whose idea was it?” shouted Mrs. DeCostia. She was answered by silence. “I’ll ask one more time: Whose idea was it?” She said, speaking ever so slowly to ensure he understood. This time she was answered by a deep voice that could only be recognized as John’s. “You’re never gonna know so you might as well give up now.” “Oh, I will find out and when I do that person will be expelled! Now who is it?” Then in a voice that always seemed to say “What are you looking at?” Kat said “Listen lady, I don’t know who you think your dealing with but you’re never gonna know. We’re like...
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“ No, not until you tell me what I did wrong” I screamed with tears building up in my eyes.