There will be no more posts on this blog.

I will be moving to




Homeschooled kid in a Public World

Okay, so I take back the part about it being “pure misery”. Its actually not that bad. I wake up at six, AM, wipe the sleep from my amazing blue eyes, and climb down the ladder of my bunk bed. Its nice and quite, and I get ready pretty fast. I make my lunch, then, at around sevenish, I go to the bus stop.

I sit in silence as I ride that big yellow bus, often staring out the window. Though I’m wide awake, I cant seem to stop yawning. We get to the school, and I descend to the “G” floor, where my locker is stored. After depositing almost all the contents of my bag into the locker, I get to class.

Homechooled kid in a Public World

You know how the first day is supposed to be all shiny and fun? Its all lies.

From waking up at Six AM, to stepping off that yellow bus, I honestly think that high school is a place of misery.

My name is Ze…. Nicknamed Flipper for the awesome shoes I wear. Some say they are socks, others just stare at them in awe or wonderment as I walk down the steps.

I woke up at Six this morning, which was the hardest thing to do. I’m used to sleeping in, quite late too. That dang alarm woke me, along with my brother kicking the bottom of my bunk bed.  I sleep on the top, and have to endure his feet pushing me a good six inches into the air.

Not fun. I’m also not much of a morning person, so I go to school a bit grumpy. I get to school in the pouring rain, step into the air conditioned building, surrounded by people. So Many People. I have never been in a huge group of people before, and i have to say… its scary.


So I started high school…. This is the first time I have ever been to public school, and I have to admit, I kinda like it…. The only problem, with me being home schooled, Im used to seeing the sun. Now I sit in a small desk in the middle of the room, listening to my World Cultures teacher lecture the kids around me about being quite. One of my friends, C asked me if this was my first time. When I said yes, her eyes widened as she exclaimed, Whoa….. Culture shock.

Yeah… I guess. But I’ll be fine. As long as I have my lucky pencil, and trusty bow tie, what can happen?

Part seven

It was Peter who made the plan.

They were to slowly open the door, clobber whoever came out with their makeshift weapons,(a large branch and a frying pan,) raid the place and get back to hotel before dark.

That was the plan. Later, they wish it had worked.

“Are you ready?” asked Peter, hefting the three foot club.

Dot nodded, bringing the frying pan to shoulder level.

“Now,” she whispered.

They both got on opposite sides of the door, which Peter slowly opened.

But they were interrupted by a security chain.

Sighing, Peter stood in front of the door, and kicked it.

Aside from hurting his ankle, nothing happened.

Dot stifled a laugh. “You okay?” she whispered, hiding a smile.

“They do it in movies all the time,” groaned Peter, clutching his foot.

“Well there’s you problem,” said a voice.

They both spun around, to see a man standing there, a grin on his face.

He was tall, about six foot, and couldn’t be older than twenty.

He had a kind face, and a gun on his hip.

“Who are you?” asked Peter, a little more harshly than he intended. He was more embarrassed than upset.

“The names Jason,” said the man. “And I haven’t see anyone for three days.”

He looked at them for a moment. “And you are?”

“Leaving” said Peter.

Dot rolled her eyes. “My name is Dot, and this is my twin brother, Peter,” she said, pointing.

“Nice to meet you guys,” said Jason.

“Now, why were you trying to get into my house?”


Part six

“Is it dead?” asked Dot, stepping forward.

“I-I think so,” said Peter.

Zoe trotted up to the carcass and sniffed it.

“Get back here!” whispered Dot, but Zoe ignored her.


With a yelp, the dog jumped back, slowly walking back with its head down.

“That worked,” muttered Peter.

“Lets get out of here.”

Outside, like before, the streets were deserted. Even the bodies that had littered the streets before were now gone, aside from the arm hanging from its fingers from the mailbox.

“Where did they all go?” asked Peter, looking around. “Its only been a day.”

Dot looked uneasy. “I think they were eaten.”

“What?” asked Peter.

“You heard me,” said Dot, looking around. The silence was giving her the creeps.

Peter voted to go back into the hotel, but Dot insisted that they look in a few houses first, saying, “We need food.” Reluctantly, Peter agreed.

They walked for a block, trying to find a house that wasn’t an apartment.

“Heres one,” said Dot, pointing to a building smaller than the rest.

It was still an apartment but only two stories high. But the only problem, was that it was half bathed in shadow.


Part five

The sunlight streaming from the doors of the hotel caught Peter off guard, half blinding him.

“You okay?” asked Dot, who appeared to be unaffected by the light.

“I’ll be fine,” Peter said, squinting.

Zoe barked, looking intently in the shadows behind the reception desk.

“Whats wrong girl?” asked Dot, following her unwavering gaze.

Something shifted in the dark, moving toward the edge of the shadows that separated it and the sunlight.

“What are you-” started Peter, who had just looked their way, when a roar was heard.

Something huge and more beast like than they had seen the first night leapt at them, its mouth open, reveling huge fangs.

Its body was oddly lumped and muscular, with tattered clothes barely covering its nakedness.

Its fingernails seemed to have thickened and grown, becoming what looked like talons.

Blood and saliva flew from its lips.

Dot and Peter jumped back, but the sunlight seemed to burn the beast. It fell to the ground, yelping like a wounded dog, its skin beginning to smoke and burn.

Zoe edged forward, but jumped back with a yelp as the beast snapped at her.

The beast began to twitch, throwing up its now green blood.

Then it was still.


Part four

Blood dripped from the ceiling, creating puddles of red in the blue carpet of the hotels hallway.

Dot and Peter were on the third floor, one of the few which they hadn’t checked.

“Gross,” muttered Peter, stepping around the blood.

Dot nodded, her face paling as she stepped around the puddle.

Three days.

Three days since their parents had disappeared.

Three days since they had seen another human being.

And one afternoon since they had run out of food.

The electricity had run out in about half the hotel, making the electronic doors unopenable.

They had eaten most of the food in the rooms they could open, but it wasn’t enough.

They had to go outside.