The Undead One
I wake up to the delicious smell of bacon in my room. This already puts me in a good mood, there is nothing better than waking up to the smell of bacon and eggs, because that means that you score on a fucking awesome breakfast.
I throw my comforter off of my body and jump out of bed then practically skip downstairs to the kitchen to the source of the intoxicating smell. When I arrive I see my mom at the stove taking eggs off a frying pan and putting them on a plate, then adding bacon to it. "Good morning." I chirp.
She turns to me and smiles. "Oh morning sweetheart, you're in a good mood, usually I have to literally drag you out of bed." She then playfully scowls at me remembering the memories.
"Hey that was only three times!" I defend. She's right, I am not a morning person at all. I usually want to punch people in the face when they're all happy in the morning, people are suppose to be bitchy and moody in the mornings. That just would make more sense.
She snorts in a very un-lady like way and rolls her eyes. "Yeah, this month. Here, bring this to Katt." She adds a peice of toast and a fork to the plate then passes it to me.
I smile at her then skip back up the stairs, open the door and walk into the room across from mine where my gorgeous younger sister is buried under pillows and blankets in her bed sleeping. I place the plate on her nightstand then sit on her bed and tap her shoulder. "Katt, wake up." I say softly.
She groans loudly in response and rolls over so that her back is . "Go away!" She croaks then starts swatting her arm around in the air trying to hit me.
"It's your birthday, get up." I whine.
"I know it's my birthday, that's why I'm sleeping in! I'll get up early next year!" Then she continues to swat her arm around in the air, failing at hitting me even once.
Her and I are exactly the same person. We're more best friends than sisters or twins, we have that thing where we can tell what each other is thinking. We don't drive each other crazy or get in stupid fights all the time like other sisters do. Instead we do make overs and go to the movies. We prefer to hangout just us two instead of us and a big group of people. We were inseparable since we were kids, even though I'm four years older than her.
So over all that means I know the only thing that will get her up because it's the only thing that will get me up.
A big smile forms on my face as I grab the plate of breakfast and hold it near her so she can smell it. "I brought you food." I say in a sing song voice.
Right away she rolls back on her back and sits up eyeing her breakfast. "Okay, I'm up." I hand it to her and she starts going to town on that thing.
I laugh and roll my eyes, we are to much alike. "Happy 17th birthday sis."
"Thak q." She says, or more like spits, as in egg all over my arm. "Ope sowwy." And she does it again.
I get up off of her bed and head across the hall but stop at her doorway. "I'm just gonna go shower now. Have a great day, be home after school so I can give you your present." I say anxiously.
"Okay I will, bye love you!" She chirps, this time actually swallowing her food before speaking.
"Love you too." I then walk to my room, grab an outfit and hop in the shower. After drying and curling my hair I apply some light make up, mascara blush and clear lipgloss, I was lucky enough to be born with natural beauty and clear skin. Next I get dressed in a simple green tank top and a dark pair of jeans.
I speed down the stairs, back to the kitchen for my breakfast. When I arrive there is a plate on the counter with a note beside it, it says,
'Shawn,
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The Rise Of The Undead
Mystery / ThrillerHi, my name is Shawn Anderson. I wrote this story because I want everybody to know that things in our world are not what they seem. I wish I would have known that before I killed that zombie and got sent to jail. It might have been helpful informati...
