School Of The Dead 2

Sometimes school can be more than we would ever have thought.

The grey jersey just covered the white marks on my arm, only a bit came over my hand, but at least it's not that visible.
"Mom, please I don't want to go," I begged a last time before she went out the front door to her car. It was useless trying to convince her that all that happened to me was true. She would never believe it, not even her only son. Maybe I need to die first, then she can actually see something is wrong.
Cold milk stood on the kitchen table with some stale cornflakes from last week; I felt sick. While I threw the milk over the corn flakes, that don’t look like it, I swear I saw movement outside the window. I dropped the milk on the floor; the bottle broke spattering the whole floor with the white milk. "S**t!" I shout at myself, "It was nothing you a*****e."
While I fetched the thing to clean up the milk, I heard the same noise and movement. I jerked my head to where I thought it was, there it sat, on the branch sticking out of the tree. On the edge sat a pitch black crow, his eyes were just two small beads looking straight into my eyes. My head started to spin, my eyes feel heavy and my limbs numb, I felt hypnotized from the bird's stare. I walked forward without noticing it, toward the bird sitting outside the window, inches from my face. It opened its beak, bellowed out a loud screech that hurt my ears; the faint whistling kept on playing in my head long after the actual sound. He blinked twice before he looked to the other side, to the left of the room. I felt something let go of me when he looked away, and when he flew away I felt a heavy burden leave my shoulders. Dust fell to the floor from where he flew away in slow-motion, the air bent by his wings flapping away.

The door flung open, hitting the wall with a hard thud. A shiver went down my spine and I suddenly became aware of the tingling in my arm again, or on my arm. It felt cold, like someone’s hand clenched tight around it. The icy sensation penetrated the skin and into the bone of my arm, and it spread a bit more than earlier. I moved the jersey’s sleeve up my arm to look at what was going on, but there was nothing; the skin only looked drier than before. I pulled the jersey back over my arm and started walking to the door. The appetite I had is lost now due to the freakish account with the bird I had; dumb bird!

 

The door stood wide open. I walked out, into the air that felt damp from the humidity. It must have been of the previous day’s rain. On the way to school, I walked through a couple of the water puddles next to the road. Small green weeds started to grow next to the tar roads, the first sign of life and colour I seen since we moved here.

Don’t stare at me like that! my mind cried out to some old lady with a baby in her arms staring at me like I was the weird one here. I guess I was the weird one here, for all the people here were dead. Her clothes hung loosely around her obese body, breasts hung on the ground, her hair �" the little she had left - clenched to her face tightly. The skin had wrinkles on her wrinkles and the life was sucked out of her eyes. The baby looked like a doll rather than a real baby.

My footsteps became more hastily on the ground next to the road. I tightened my grip on the bag over my back and lowered my head; I starred at the ground moving quickly past me. The same uncomfortable feeling I had yesterday in the school building fell over me when I stood on the edge of Lain Street. The first corner of the school stuck out its head; my stomach made summersaults when I heard the same quiet. One leg in front of the other, first my left then my right.

 

“You’re late,” the facial expressions lacked on her face, the tone in her voice was monotonic. I could feel the cold stare she gave me, her eyes burning holes in the back of my head.

“I’m sorry, my mom left without me,” I tried to explain, but the glimpse I caught of her stare confirmed my assumption that she didn’t believe me.

“Sit,” her voice was colder than the previous statement. The bunk was cold; the wood made soft creaking noises as I sat down. All the eyes were on me when I made the only noise in the room; my cheeks turned red, but soon after disappeared again quickly. I think I had the only colour in the room, even if it was only the blushing. Scratching’s on the table hurt my hand as I swept it across, the same carvings than the previous day. I felt nauseas when I thought back. I just stared forward.

 

“I’m Jenna,” a hand with colour, actual skin colour, was stuck in front of me. I was dumbfounded for a moment, but took her hand at last. It was hot, filled with life unlike the rest of the whole town who had absolutely no life. My hand even felt cold against the lovely feeling of hers. I smiled, and she smiled back. “I guess you are new,” she said in a real tiny voice. “Something different to live in a city where everyone is kind of, dead,” a smile stretched over her face when she pulled a funny face. It was the first time in months that I saw a real smile, and heard a real laugh.

“What is this place,” I asked with a really monotonic tone like all the other talked. It almost scared me when I though again about the tingling.

“I don’t know, I just don’t let it f**k with me.”

“What do you mean?”

“If you let them in your mind, you will turn into one of them,” she jumped down the table where she sat and ran into one of the distant class rooms.  

Author's Note

This was fun to write, but i think boring compared to the previous one, what do you think =]

Reviews

[Raya Avans]

Although I did enjoy the first one more, I am by no means trying to say this one is bad. It is, in fact, very good and I enjoyed it also :) Your description of the old lady and the baby, I found extremely disturbing.. you convey the fact that this boy is an outsider really well by the way the people interact with him, I can almost feel the tension in the air. The irony near the end was really well done.. welldone Jaco, thanks for sharing.

~ rae

[Blessed_Angel]

It is good. i love zombies ^^

[CHRIS ANDES]

nothing's wrong with it...so it's good!!!

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

I really like the realistic dialogue in this one!
:)

[Sarah E. Pearson]

Really good, but you seriously need to re-read and do a grammar check.
For Example:
"the same carvings than the previous day."--than should be as
That's just one of a few that I noticed. Good work otherwise, I really liked it. Just needs some editing.