This Is Me

The Walking Dead

When we are done watching Finding Nemo, I head to get in the shower. After gathering my clothes to change into, I enter the bathroom, and turn on the shower, which immediately gets hot. I step onto the warm, wet floor of the shower. The hot, soothing water feels awesome on my cold, goosebump-covered skin.

The goosebumps part was from the suspense of The Walking Dead's zombies. They call them walkers.

After washing my hair out, and conditioning it, I step out of the shower and dry myself off. I squeeze the water out of my hair, and rub my towel over my head. After getting dressed, I shake my hair to try to get it to dry off. I lift up my head, and my hair slaps my back.

I take one look at my body, and think why I love the idea of being in shape. Does it make me feel better about myself? Does it make me feel like I would be safer with my strength if I get kidnapped? What does it do to make me feel satisfied? And then just one word that defines my teenage life:

Why?

I have abs, large biceps, stone hard legs, and an innocent face at first glance. But mess with me, I mess you up. Yah, well... that sounded a little harsh. Eh, das okay.

After the pep talk with myself, I swing the bathroom door open, gasping the cool air. I yell at my mom, "Night, mom!" She yells back, "Night Sweetie!"

][][][][][][][ THE NEXT DAY...

Bleep! Bleep! Bleep! Bleep! My alarm clock screams at me to wake up.

I turn it off, and roll over, groaning. I literally woke up on the wrong side of the bed, because I fell off. I grunt, and try to sit up, but my blanket is rolled around me. Thump.

My mom, hearing the thump, calls out to me, "Aaron? Are you alright?"

"Yeah! Just..um, yeah," I reassure her. I unroll myself from the taco shell I was in. I sit up(successfully), and swing open my closet doors,,and grab an Under Armor T-shirt, and pick out some Nike shorts. Once I have them on, I quickly slip on my shoes, then tie the laces.

I walk out of my room, and head toward the kitchen. My mom has prepared cereal for me. I munch down my Honey Nut Cheerios. Hey, they're good.

After completely downing my cereal, I jog over to my room. I stop at the doorway. On my doorway is a pull-up bar. I jump onto it. I am only 5 foot 1, so I have to jump to get to everything. It's kind of annoying, but it's easier to get through large crowds.

Once my grip is perfect on the bar, I tell myself, 20 for today. Just 20. No more, no less.

I pull myself up, my arm muscles calm, and at the moment, flexed. After my workouts that started at the age of 11, I am used to advanced strength being a must-have during my present day workouts.

After finishing my 20, I drop to the ground, bending my legs. I feel like Spider-Man, and for effect, I roll forward as I hit the floor. Then I make the awesome Spider-Man web shooty thingy. I don't know what it's called, okay?

I whirl around, grab my backpack, and and run toward the front door, not wanting to miss my bus.

I feel like the people in The Walking Dead, running away from the zombies. After slamming the door behind me, I jog to my bus stop, which is conveniently just 20 yards away from my house. Just on time; my bus is coming into view.

The bus driver stops in front of me; I am the only one at my bus stop. He opens the doors, and I climb up the steep steps. Behind me, the doors shut. As I make my way to seat 10, the kids jostle me around so much, I might have gotten whip-lash if I wasn't careful.

Once I am in my seat, the kids in my seat scoot over a little bit so they don't have to be so near me. I must mention, I don't have any friends. I don't mean like those people on those super dramatic shows, who are constantly saying, I don't have any friends...*sniffle*.

I mean, like that was legit. I actually do not have any friends, at all. I get it. Come on, seriously, who would want to be friends with the "boy-girl freak"? Ah, nobody. That is what they call me. Really? Could they not have come up with something any better?

Lazy teenagers. I guess I'm a teenager, but definitely not a lazy one.

The bus screeches to a stop, making me cringe at the eerie sound. One by one, each seat empties until it's my turn to get off. I stand up, and easily walk through the narrow aisle. When I turn the corner, and start putting my foot down to the step, I feel a set of hands push me forward. I grit my teeth, but grab the handle, and resume walking down the steps.

I walk quickly into the building and grab a cap out of my backpack, and place it on top of my dark, brown hair. My school allows students to wear head stuff. When I walk into my first period, social studies, I see Jason across the classroom, talking to his girlfriend, Kate.

I push my cap down to hide my eyes. I slowly stroll to my seat and butt the chair. Yep, you heard me, butt the chair. In my world, that means sit down. Our social studies teacher walks in, and the class rushes to their seats, and silence themselves.

Class starts, and my teacher rambles on, and on about the Cold War. Annoying and boring, but I listen anyway. I actually make it through my first 6 periods, before I see them for the first time.

The new kids. Parker and Luke. I meet them in math. When calling attendance, Ms. Landing has to call their names twice before they answer. They smirk to each other at the first summon for them to say, "here". They heard her, but probably planned the whole thing.

Two more boys to torture me.

Perfect.

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Hey hey hey! This is mah first authors note on a chapter, duh. So did I scare you with the walker- don't forget, that's what they call the zombies on The Walking Dead -? If not, you are one tough dude or dudette. Ha, see what I did there? Pfft. I'm such a dork. Soooooo, who are these, Parker and Luke peeps? Ooooooh, the suspense. Do they REALLY want to torture her? Or maybe there's a spark? Hmmm......