Walkers

Conicidence?

          BEEP BEEP BEEP click. 

"Great, another year of torture." I mumble under my breath.

          It's 6:00am and I get up slowly to take a shower.  I couldn't go to sleep last night, thinking about what I saw on the news yesterday hit me pretty hard.  I never did like all that gory stuff, my dad does though.  I take a shower, put my makeup on, and put my blond hair into a messy bun.  I'm popular in school, but I hate school, even if I get all the friends and all the smoking hot boys. 

          There's this one boy that I've kept my eye on.  His name is Kevin, he's tall and muscular, and has jet black hair and dark green eyes.  We don't talk, but I think it would hella good if we did.  He's got his own group, like everyone else.  He seems so different from them though, he seems more of a gentleman.

          I put on my clothes for the first day of school.  I'm wearing a dark green shirt, the color of Kevin's eyes, ripped blue skinny jeans and black checkered vans slip ons.  It's August 25 so it's still pretty hot outside.  I start walking down the steps when I hear the television again, talking about the disease.

I peek at the screen from the stairs.  Dad's sitting on the coach watching, looking concerned.  They show a close up of a victims face, there's blood around his mouth and gashes on his forehead.  I gag at the scene that they would show of TV.  Dad hears me gag and turns off the TV. 

"What are you doing, Kylie, come down here and eat breakfast, I made scrambled eggs" dad says sternly.

          I decided not to mention what a I saw, I mean, it's fake anyways.  I can believe dad right?  He did look concerned watching that though. 

          We don't talk while eating our eggs.  I get my backpack ready and finally, I'm ready to go.  Dad drives me to school, and he parks in the parking lot.  He smiles.

"Look at you, you're in 11th grade now, my little girl's growing up so fast". 

          I smile back at dad and put my hand on his shoulder.

"Alright, you got to go and get your schedule, bye hon" dad smiles.

"Bye dad" I say while getting out of the car. 

          I see Kevin walking in the building and I immediately lose the thought of the horrific disease.  I start to walk fast, not paying attention to where I'm going and I run into my old English teacher, Mr. Jones, god I hated him.

"Ahh Kylie, nice to see your so determined to get back to another school year!" Mr. Jones says.  I cringe and grind my teeth.

"Yes Mr. Jones, so excited."

          *You just made me miss my chance to talk to Kevin freaking Ryder*.

"Well you should get going, Kylie.". Mr. Jones says.

"Okay bye", I say relieved.

          I run into the building to find not as many kids as I would've expected like all the other years in the hallway.  Does this have something to do with the disease?