My Life As a Teenage Zombie

Hello, dear reader. My name is Jonah, and I've never been someone who's lived an exciting life. The most out-there thing I've ever done? Trying a red devil burger. Hey, it really was as hot as it sounded.
Well, my life sort of hit a snag one day. I got talked into going out, went to a park late at night, and BAM - somebody killed me. It didn't stick, though, or you wouldn't be reading this. Some weird homeless-looking guy woke me up from it, claiming to be a necromancer. In exchange for him doing that for me, he makes me give him a place to stay.
Now that I've got a new lease on life, I'm not about to let it slip away again. My first death would've left me with so many regrets had it been permanent, and I don't plan on letting my permanent one do that to me. Of course, things are hard at home and school. Being gay in a conservative area will do that to a guy. Finding out all the quirks about my zombiism doesn't make it easier, and then there's all the other supernatural stuff going on. Oh, and I also have to avenge my murder, after all. The killer won't stop himself.