Teenage Zombie 4

"My fan died on me this morning." I sigh and stare at the back of Lucille Crawford’s head. She always has perfect black ringlets. I wonder how they stay like that.

"Major Suckage." Maggie agrees staring out the window. Her mind is somewhere else. I can tell by the way she’s bouncing her foot and Maggie is more focused than a heart surgeon.

"Who is he?" I ask leaning sideways in her direction. She looks at me wide eyed. Her pink cheeks turn a deep red.

"I must be really obvious." She mumbles scratching at the back of her neck.

"Who?" But its too late for an answer because Mr.Likington walks in, his neck ridgid as always. To me he looks like a mouse. Short, kinda pudgy, and acts in quick jerky motions.

"Chapter 9, page 672 please." He sits at his desk and his small pointed nose twitches. Mouse.

I lose myself into the cells of animals compared to plants, and before I know the class is over. It was like I worked without me knowing it. I even took notes. Woah. I wish it could be like this everyday.

"Glenn from music?!" I almost shriek in the middle of lunch. I drop my chicken sandwich. "Glenn? Like the bass playing Glenn?" She nods blush snakes up her neck to her cheeks. I sit and ponder this. Glenn was this goth surfer. I know weird but still. He seemed cool to me. With his amber colored eyes and black hair. He was greek. He spoke with an accent too.

"He asked me out because he’s going to the same camp as me." Maggie blushes.

"You used your inhaler afterwards didnt you?" I laugh.

"Of course." Her small smile turns into a grin, "Oh god its him." She places her hand on her forehead looking down. Glenn walks up in a Megadeath t-shirt and shorts with those Hawaiian flowers on them.

"Maggie." They way he says her name it melts my heart. She looks up at him wide eyed, "Oh hey Glenn, this is Emily." I raise my hand standing.

"Hey Emily." He says, "Hows your mom?"

"Pregnant." That just about sums it up. I stand and walk out.

Walking down the hall it’s the end of the day; last class. Satan’s class. Getting to the door I decide to skip. So I turn on my heel and James Bond my way outta there. I think of an excuse walking home, Stomach cramps. Can’t argue with that one can you? I stop into S-mart and I grab a slush puppy. Rob looks at me his dark brown eyes quizzical, "Aren’t you supposed to be in school?" He asks. "Arent you supposed to be restocking the shelves?" I reciprocate.

At home I walk though the door and my mom is going through old photos. "Oh Em." She weeps wiping her eyes, "You’re going to have a brother." I almost puke up my drink. A brother. And yet she doesn’t even notice im skipping. Freakin’ amazing. Going down into my bedroom I rip down one of the pictures on the stairwell that Satan hung up. This is my room. My place. My hide out. Im not having his crap up.

"Emily!" Mr.Wilsons annoying voice wakes me from my slumber. I slept to escape the heat, to escape him. I bury my head into my cool pillow. My body doesn’t want to move, but my stomach is growling painfully. And I want more Sunny D. My mouth is dry and my arms are weak. I push myself for my mattress which just sits on the floor, and I rub my eyes walking up the stairs.

"You were not in my class today Emily." Mr.Wilson says rolling up his cuffs. I stare down at my plate and the mash potatoes once looked tasty now look like throw up.

"Stomach ache." I say forking at my green beans.

"You came home with a slushie." My mom says horking down a spoonful of potatoes.

"The heat." Im trying to shorten my sentences to two words only. I shift in the vynil seats and I stare at the duck clock on the wall.

"You missed a lot today in class would you like me to go over it with you?"

"Not really." I take my plate and leave the table, but before I do I grab a bottle of Sunny D.

"Emily!" My mother calls.

"Bethany just let her go." I hear Mr.Wilson say. I just know his hand is on her arm and it makes me feel nauseous.

I eat staring at the blank tv. Tokio Hotel pulses through my speakers. "Ready, set go its time to run..." I sip at the Sunny D and pick at the chicken. I wish something would change. Break the cycle. I sigh setting my plate down and I lay back clicking my stereo off. Maggie is leaving, my mom is having a baby. What is there to do this summer? Sleep. Thats about it. "The sky is changing we are one, together we can make it while the world is crashing down.." I say before opening up Kerang, and reading.

- 2 -

"There’s a new kid." Glenn says. Were stitting at lunch. I sit crosslegged in my chair across from him and Maggie. Today he has aviator glasses resting on his head. I can see myself in them. He holds Maggies hand and you can tell she’s ecstatic. I look up from my sidekick.

"What?" I ask closing it. He nod in conformation.

"He wears this weird multi colored stocking cap." Maggie says picking at her belt with her free hand. I scan my barin for any image of thim. I can’t come up with one at all.

"He’s silent, really pale and holy shit there he is." Glenn raises his head toward the kid. He walks in with no lunch at all. I watch him twisted in my chair. I can’t see any visible hair on his head probably the cap is covering it. His height astonishes me. He towers over the kids on the basketball team, I look to his feet past his flannel shirt and his plain blue t-shirt underneath. Just red converse.

I twist back to face them. Their eyes are on him just as everybody elses. "Woah, two weeks before school is over and he shows up?" I say eyeing Glenn again.

Maggie shrugs, "Its better than just sitting out." She looks up at Glenn and he smiles down at her in approval.

"Well im going to blitz," I say before they go all mushy which I’ve learned they do all too quickly "Later dudes."

I sit down in music class Glenn and Maggie sit together a few seats away. Free Day is scribbled across the board in Ms.Ambroses’ messy script. That means ipods, games, and just kicking it. Thankfully our schedules rotated so this was the last class of the day. I pull my ipod from my jeans pocket when the new kid stumbles in and hurriedly takes a seat. The seat infront of me to be exact. He pulls his own black ipod out of his roughed up jeans. I stare at the back of his cap. I wonder why he wears it. Maggie looks at me nervously and I just shrug. "Its nothing." I mouth to her. She nod and she sits on the floor next to Glenn sharing his ipod. I slip the earbuds of mine in and zone out. Incubus plays and I tap my foot on the floor to the beat. I love how they added the jerk backs of the DJ table’s records.

"Whatever tommorow brings I’ll be there, with open arms and open eyes yeah..." The new kid twists in his seat to the side and it startles me. I gaze at him but stares down at his shoes. When he looks up at me from under his eyelashes I catch a glimpse of pale green eyes. A paper ball hit my temple and I pull out of my trance, "Sorry!" Someone yells, "That was supposed to hit the cancer patient!" That sets something off inside of me. I tear the earbuds out and it sends a burning sensation that I ignore,

"Why would you joke about something like that?!" I shout.

"Hey hows your mom?" Its Mandee. The picture of perfection blonde. She looks like she just jumped out of a Abercrombie and Fitch magazine. My stomach tightens and I take a seat, placing the ear buds back into my ears. I look to Maggie who sighs sadly in my direction. I go to look at the new kid infront of me. But his seat is empty.

At home I crank up the music so loud that no thoughts of the new kid or my mom’s pregnancy fill my mind. Just the harsh beats and riffs. The lyrics pounding through my mind searing and tearing my soul so painfully good. I lay on my bed in my ninja turtle tee shirt and my mattress pushed into the corner of darkness. I hide away from the heat in my dark corner. The wet darkness feels amazing rather than the humid heat. I sigh thanking the Mayan people for making weekends.

Poor Punk Records was the offbeat misfit hangout. They served coffee, had a million books and magazines hanging around and they were a music store too. They play all these odd bands that play at one of the underground scenes called, Rave Oasis. I sip on my coffee and lean back in one of the stuffy chairs. Linda, the asain chick who plays bass and owns the place walks over. "We have a noob." She says pulling back her ice blue hair. I look over to see a multi colored stocking cap of purples, yellows, reds and oranges poking out from a stack of records. Id recognize the stupid stocking cap anywhere.

I watch him as I pretend to flip through Cyanide Zob albums. He’s concentrating on the back of an old Juiet Suicide album. I see dark brown hair poke out in frays. "Hey." I say softly. I focus on his pale face. He looks up startled. His shocking gray eyes are wide with surprise. I stare right back at him and I know something is off. He looks down and coughs slightly. "Um." But before I can say anything else he hurries away.

And him hurrying away makes me sad, mad, and confused all at the same time.

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