Just a Dream

School

It was the first day of school. I was finally attending King County High School, the only high school we had. I couldn't wait to meet cute girls.

I walked through the doors and I saw my friend, Sam. He was with a girl who I had never seen before. "Hey man," I said to him.

"Oh, hey Carl. I'd like you to meet Mia." He motioned to her and she did a little curtsy.

"I'm Mia. I just moved here from Virginia. I also have a twin sister," she said. Mia had short, curly light red hair. She had hazel eyes and loads of freckles. She was wearing a blue lace dress with tan sandals.

Just then another girl came up to us. She had long, somewhat curly blonde hair. Her brown eyes glimmered in the sunlight shining through the windows. She had a few freckles. She was wearing a floral skirt with a purple top with a white jacket over it. She was wearing black converse sneakers. I had a crush on her the minute I looked at her.

"Hey Mia. I see you made some friends," she said to Mia.

"Oh yeah. Ava, this is Sam and Carl. Sam and Carl, this is my twin sister, Ava." I felt like I knew her. I just couldn't put my finger on it.

Just as I was about to ask her a question, the bell rang.

"See you at lunch," Sam said to Mia.

"See ya Sam," she replied back.

As I was walking to class, someone grabbed my shoulder. It was Ava. "Hey, do you mind showing me where Ms. Smith's class is? I have her first block."

"Hey, cool. I have her first block too," I replied. "Just follow me. Maybe we can sit next to each other."

"Maybe!" She sounded grateful that she had someone she knew in the class, or at least knew she existed.

We walked in the classroom. The white board had 'Sit any where you would like! Two people per table,' written on it. There were four rows of tables and each row had three tables in it. "Want to sit in the middle?" I asked.

"Sure, let's go toward the edge though." She walked to the table near the teacher's desk. We sat down and put our backpacks on our chairs.

"Do you play any sports?" I asked her.

"I dance. Everyday of the week. I think I'm pretty good, not to toot my own horn," she said jokingly.

"Nice," I said back. "I can't dance. I have no coordination or balance or musical ability." We both laughed.

"So are you one of those people who think dance is a sport?" She asked me.

"Totally," I replied. "It seems to take a lot of skill to do everything that you guys do. There's no way in hell I can do anything you do."

She laughed. "What about you? What do you play?" she asked me.

"Uumm, let's see." Just as I was about to tell her, something broke down the door. It was a walker eating the teacher. There was a group of walkers behind them.

"Holy shit. What are those things?" Ava asked me frantically.

"Zombies," I yelled to her. Everyone was screaming and freaking out. I looked around the room for something to kill them. I saw two pairs of scissors. "Use these," I said to her as I handed her the scissors.

"What do I do?" she asked.

"Stab them in the head. Avoid getting bitten or scratched. If you do, you'll turn into one. If the scissors get stuck in the head, just leave them and find something else. Just aim for the head." I hope she got all of that.

The walkers started coming in. "Everyone, aim for the heads with any sharp object," Ava yelled to the class.

A walker started coming toward us. I quickly stabbed it and removed the scissors. Walker blood started gushing out. I looked over and saw Ava doing the same thing. Then I saw other kids doing it also. Another walker came up to me. Once again, I stabbed it. I did the same for three other walkers.

When I stabbed the fourth, my scissors got stuck. "God damn it," I said under my breath. I let go and looked for something else. There was nothing sharp. I looked at a corner of the room and saw a baseball bat. "That'll do." I quickly grabbed it and swung it at a walker. It took about five swings to kill it.

Just as I was about to swing at the last one, Ava ran over and stabbed it from the side. It fell down with the scissors still in it. She looked at me. Her hair was all messy and her clothes were all out of place. She had blood all over her hands and arms. "You got a little something on your hands," I joked her.

"You do too. But you got it on your hands and face," she said as she was laughing. I ran my hand on my forehead and I felt the blood and sweat smearing. She giggled. "You made it worse."

"Well then, maybe you need a little too," I said as I was running towards her. I grabbed her with my bloody hands, picked her up, and spun her around.

"No! Gross! Put me down!" She screamed as she was laughing.

I carried her over to a table and sat her on the table. She was laughing like crazy. We looked each other in the eyes. Her eyes sparkled. We just starred at each other.

I was about to say something, when she yelled, "Carl! Behind you!"

I turned around and our teacher had turned. She had grabbed my foot and pulled me to the ground. I was able to kick her away, but she was too fast. In a matter of seconds, she was over me, about to bite me. I felt her arms grab me.

As her mouth opened, I heard someone yell, "Carl!" I closed my eyes, excepting defeat.

Suddenly I shot up and opened my eyes. Michonne was starring at me. "Are you okay?" she asked me, feeling my forehead.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I told her as I pushed her hand away from me. "Just had a crazy dream." I looked over at the can of chocolate pudding. "No more pudding before I sleep," I joked.

She laughed. "I agree with that." She looked out the window. "Your dad's awake. I told him you were sleeping."

"Good, I was worried," I said. I had a sense of relief.

Michonne looked at me in the eyes. "You mentioned a girl named Ava in your dream. Was that the deal with the walker earlier?"

I debated wether I should tell her or not.Would she think I was crazy? It would be better if I told her the truth. "Yeah. I've seen her in two dreams and when I thought she was the walker. I don't know who she is, but everytime I dream about her or see her, she seems so real."

She looked at me and said, "Don't worry. I think you just feel lonely. You'll find someone like her. Trust me." She patted my back. "Come on, your dad wants to talk to you." She got up and went downstairs.

Michonne was right. I did feel lonely, but how can I find someone like her? It's the end of the world. If I was to find her or someone like her, they'd probably be a walker. Maybe she was right. I don't know who's out there.

I had made up my mind. I will find Ava, even if she isn't real.