The Great Musical Wizard

Chapter Five: "Hands Down// Zombie"

By: Dashboard Confessional
By: The Cranberries
Album: A Mark, A Mission, A Brand, A Scar
Album: No Need to Argue
"This night is wild, so calm and dull."
"In your head, in your head they're still fighting."
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A hand slammed down onto the table. Donnie jumped at the sudden loud interruption. She was just rocking out to a good song too!

She looked up to see moppy boy. And boy was he pissed! She smirked a little to herself cause she remembered the football tucked under her bed.

She slowly took one headphone out of her ear. "Can I help you?"

His frown deepened as he tried his best to look intimidating. He failed tremendously for she was too amused with the situation.

"Donnie, is it? I don't care either way. I just want my ball back." He said.

"Let me think," She said, placing a finger on her chin in mock thought, "no."

He grunted and narrowed his dark eyes. "You don't know who you're messing with. I suggest you give me my ball back this instant."

"Sorry mother, I don't think I will." She said, taking a big bite of her spaghetti.

He slapped his hands down on the table once more before standing up straight. With eyes still narrowed and stiff stance, he slowly backed away.

"This isn't over. I'll get you back. You'll regret ever messing with me, Donnie." He spat her name out bitterly. It tasted like mold spilling from his tongue.

Donnie giggled at him. "I'm sure."

He huffed and stormed back out of the cafeteria. He would have his revenge. He only needed to figure out how to get that evil wench back.
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"What's in your head, in your head? Zombie zombie zombie hey hey hey."

She found the fact that the word "zombie" was in this song. That's the only reason why she can describe why she liked it. Yes, the music was fantastic and the vocals were strangely satisfying but the zombie part made it all come together!

She was walking around the park by her house, while her family was here to watch a softball game. She wasn't a big sports fan, so she opted to walk around. The park was absolutely beautiful at the late afternoon time. The temperature had lowered and the sun was just now ready to set. It was perfect for a walk.

She passed by stands of people cheering on their kids. Some moms getting a little violent with their "cheering".

Her song has just hit the second verse when she reached the small playground. She wanted to swing on the swing set. Yes, she still loved swinging. She was a bit childish at times.

She sat down on the nearest one and started kicking. Soon, she was soaring through the air. She imagined herself taking off with the swing. She was flying out of this life of hers. She was escaping, if only for a little bit.

In the middle of her daydreaming, she caught a glimpse of someone walking towards the swings as well. She slowed down enough to see who it was.

The figure was getting closer and by George it was him.

The curly haired devil who had cursed her name. The little grumpy cat who wouldn't leave her alone!

He hadn't seemed to notice her... Yet. When he realized it was her, goodness knows what he had up his sleeve.

He didn't narrow his eyes or seem disgusted at all when he sat down in the swing beside her. In fact, he didn't say a word. He aimlessly swung.

Come to think of it, she thought he looked a little off. He seemed a little too quiet.