I am zombilicious (a.k.a. I am a zombie). Like Tommy Williams, and like my brother. My big brother, Lucas, and I died, ironically enough, in a crash with a white van. But my brother's gone now; they came and took him away. I am 15, as I will be forever. But, on May 24th, I will be theoretically 16, as long as the white van people don't find me. So far, the only other zombies I've actually met (I've only read Tommy's blog) are my brother (whose gone), my best friend, Chloe, and another kid at my school, Troy. Troy died last month, and his parents didn't except him back, so he's staying with his cousin, Lucy, while he adjusts. He can't speak yet, and he has extraordinary difficulty moving. He was a great friend when he was alive, so I'm sure when he can walk and talk better, he will be back to normal, or as normal as you can get for a zombie. When Chloe died, she was with her parents, in a boat wreck, and she came back... but her parents, because they aren't teens, didn't. So now she stays with my mom, my dad, my little sister (Bella), and me. We are both able to function extremely well. My teachers at my school, School of the Arts, are really understanding, well, as understanding as they can be to the undead. We can go to lunch if we want, but they don’t mind if we work on homework, or go to the library. The vice-principal got fired though, because he told Troy he deserved to be dead, and shouldn’t of come back. Luckily, our principal, Mrs. Solar, much like Principal Kim from Generation Dead, loves zombies. Once a month, she makes all the teachers wear shirts that say, “I teach zombies.” Life is usually pretty great here in Charleston. The trad students at our school are great, too! They treat us as they treat each other. Well, mostly, except for the Populars. They think we are the freaks of mankind, which we pretty much are, but the mean it to be... well, mean. Ugh. The worst one, the head of the school, of the cheer team, of, of.. everything, is Kat. She told me to go die in a grave. Then she said, "oops, too late. Well go die again, but this time don't come back." Gosh she irks me! (btw, I love the word irks) ;)
~Lily
