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Dream One: I wake up as normal, mom calls, Pizza Pockets for breakfast, etc. When I get to school, my class look pale-green, but they walk like humans! Maybe, just maybe... "No!" I think out loud. "They can't possibly be!" Then I walk to breakfast like normal, only to see a weird lunch on the menu. Deep fried brains?! No! I must be dreaming! But, after I answered 51*3 in my head to test my knowledge. I found out, I wasn't.
As you would probably do in this kind of situation, I skipped breakfast... And went to my first classroom, Room 3. Thank goodness everyone was normal there! I lied when Mr. Courtney asked if I was OK, after all... I did NOT want to tell him about my morning.
I checked in as normal and went to my other classroom at 8:30 as normal. As soon as I walked in there, I saw Robert with a bullet-hole in his arm. "Is today like, Halloween or something?" I asked him. No response. Then I saw everyone looking at me as if saying thanks for interrupting class Josh...
When I walked over to my table group, I saw Lola. The least festive person in the class, with bleeding wounds. Then the teacher, Mr. Gillett, with a half torn open rib cage, then on and on for the rest of the class. I realized they were zombies! Before I could stop myself, I blurted out. "Juan? May you infect me so I will fit in with class more?" I ask. He bites me, in the wrist then everything goes [b]black...[b ]
When I wake up I'm in the nurse's office. The nurse looks at me like You're a zombie, thing... "Why do I have a crack on my head?!" I scream. "Let's just say... You still have your IQ?" The nurse says nervously. Pointing at Mr. Gillett, who is currently calmly eating a slice of something that I could only describe as a brain...
The day continues as normal, apparently even lunch which was Peanut Butter Brain sandwich, but for me I had Kentucky Fried Liver.I check out in Room 3, get 100% on my point card. But, then Mr. Courtney asks the one question nobody noticed for ages: "What's that deep, bleeding cut on your head?" I try to imply the truth, "If I told you, you wouldn't believe me. Let's just say, fictional Z that has tons of adult movies made about it?"
Thank goodness Mr. Courtney asked no more questions, and I went to Mrs. Noor's class to help the kids. I smoothed my hair over my wound before coming in. But, yet another question. "What's that bite mark?" I tell Mrs. Noor that I need to go home to take care of my mom and run home. No more questions until I get home.
I tell my mum the entire day. And tell her that I can't stay because of my condition. Then I go run as fast as possible and jump on a plane to London, secretly hiding on top of it.
When I get there I head to a hospital and request stitches keeping my limbs together. After the procedure they don't want to anger me because they realized what I was. Then I climbed to the top of Buckingham Palace, eating 3 large helpings of blood pudding each day, sneaking into the Queen's kitchen.
I stole a computer and went on Poke-heroes, and tried to tell everyone my story on notifications. But then I was interrupted by a post that said. "Don't you spoil the secret!"B y a name of 'Zombie Owens" And A picture of Michael from my class in his current form. Then my profile image updated to the current me, on top of Buckingham Palace with my cut glistening in the sun. Then I woke up.
Note: I do not normally watch zombie movies. And being a zombie changes my appetite.

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