Hi. My name is Summer Stone. My last name is my mother's maiden name. My dad, well he kind of left the picture twelve years ago. When I was five. I didn't care, but now... I wonder who he is. I'm afraid to ask mom because she'll probably freak out, and tell me to shut up. Nowadays I wish I'd die. I attempted suicide nine times, but somehow I don't die.
So I take it as a sign from God. He wants me alive. I am a purpose. I might sound like a crazy person, but I really could care less.
~The Next Day~
I woke up realizing I've been up for an hour. Am I tired? I have know clue. My body just feels so numb. Like its departing from the Earth, or something. I sit up, not feeling any of my muscles working.
" Mom?!" I yelled to my door, hoping she can hear me.
"Mom!" I screamed. "That should get her attention." I thought. I was so wrong. I got enough power in my legs to stand up. I slid my feet on the floor, so I wouldn't have to lift my feet, which might make me fall on my face. I opened my door, feeling a lot stronger than before. I started to lift my feet off the floor. I've never felt happier in my life. The I stumbled upon my mothers bedroom.
"Mom?" I whispered.
"Mom?" I spoke up.
"Mom?!" I yelled. "Damn. Is she wearing earmuffs?" I mumbled to myself. I heard foot steps, leading to my room. They were slow, AMD sounded like something was being dragged. I looked around the corner to see. A zombie? I blinked, then blinked again, but harder. I began rubbing my eyes. I can't be seeing t
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The Burning Sun
Science FictionThe Burning Sun, is about a girl having to live with a boy she truly hates. Worst of all, they are the only survivers of the zombie attack. They'll have to learn to come together, and try to find more survivers, and survive themselves.
