Confessions of a Teenage Zombie [Chapter Two]

Death tastes like metal.
Death is cold.
Death is not the end.

My death didn't hurt as much as I thought it would, and it wasn't as ground breaking as its made out to be in books and movies. I just fell asleep, and then I woke up still in my closet. My phone was ringing and that's what woke me up, I think.
I stood up straight and removed the sheet from my neck and walked over to my phone.
"Hello?" I said, it was that whore Jamie.
"Hey, Jess? Yeah, its me Jame." She said.
"Yeah, I can read my phone, but thanks." I said and she smacked her lips making an 'ugh' sound.
"Well, yeah." She said. "I'm calling to tell you Scott's been cheating on you for six months."
"Oh, really? That's so horrible!" I said sarcastically peeking out the window again. No one was outside now, and the sun had completely set by this time. "I'm so glad I have a best friend like you to tell me the truth...all of it, like even who he's cheating on me with." She didn't say anything for a second.
"Well, yeah I was getting to that." Her voice was shaky. "He's been sleeping with Audrey, you know that French model that moved here this year? Yeah, its her." Even if I hadn't seen her get out of Scott's car, I would have been able to tell she was lying.
"Kthnxbye!" I said and hung up, tossing my onto my bed. I walked to my door and opened it, Cindy was walking up the stairs. She saw me and glared, so I glared right back. A growling sound seeped up from my throat, it even sent chills up my back. Cindy's face turned white and she turned around, running back downstairs, probably to go tell on me. I walked down the stairs to the kitchen, I was so hungry.
I opened the fridge and looked up and down the shelves. Nothing looked appetizing.
"Hey, dad?!" I called out.
"Yeah, Honey?" He called back from the TV room.
"Is there anything to eat?" I asked.
"Like what?" He called back.
"I dunno, but I'm craving meat right now." I said.
"Jessica, you're a vegetarian!" My little sister said walking into the kitchen, her head down texting.
"That just means she's grow out of that teenage fad, I can go to the store and get some steak if you want, Jess." My dad said as he too walked into the kitchen.
"Yes, please!" I said, the growling coming up from my stomach now. My dad and sister both looked at me.
"Why are you so dressed up?" My sister asked.
"I was taking Myspace pics." I lied, but she believed me.
"And what was that sound?" My dad asked.
"I'm just really hungry!" I said, not lying.
"Are you smoking pot?" Cindy asked walking in now too.
"No, bitch. I don't smoke pot, its filthy." I said surprised at my new found forwardness. I caught a slight smirk on my dad's face.
"What did you say to me?" Cindy said.
"I said I don't smoke pot, because its filthy, you know...dirty, like you." I said, this made her face turn red.
"And how else would you know that pot was dirty, unless you did it." She was clearly trying to get me in trouble with my dad, but he didn't seem to care.
"Well, first of all," I began. "you're mom told me you blew all the guys on the football team back in high school." I said, this pissed Cindy off. She nose flared up and her eyes squinted. My little sister, Des, started laughing and so did my dad.
"Okay, okay, okay, you two, let's all calm down." My dad said, his words drenched in laughter.
"I'm calm." I said...calmly.
"No, Greg! I don't want to calm down! You need to teach this little bitch some damn respect!" Cindy screamed.
"Respect?" I asked.
"Yeah, respect!" Cindy screamed getting into my face, her breath smelled like onions. "You know, that thing you show your elders!?"
"Elders? Cindy you just graduated last year, you can't even buy alcohol!" I said, my dad intervened.
"Alright, you two, enough of this." He pushed us apart with his arms. "Cindy, I think you should go home tonight, and come back in a few days. Jess, go to your room." Then he turned back to Des. "Dessire, make your sister some corn dogs and I'll go get some T-bones."
"What!?" Cindy screamed. "You want me to go home?!"
"That's what he said, bitch." I said, moving my hand like a rapper. I've seen black girls do it on BET as a form of intimidation.
"Jessica, that's enough. Go to your room." My dad said. I obeyed, but before I left the kitchen I looked to my sister and said, "I want those hotdogs."
"How many?" She asked.
"Like four or five." I said as I walked out of the kitchen to my room. I heard Cindy call me a stoner and a fatass, but I didn't care too much. As I walked up the stairs to my room I couldn't help but feel I'd changed, but in a good way. I guess, if I really did die and somehow came back from the dead, it wasn't so bad.
I wonder what tomorrow will be like?

-Sir Jestro