Confessions of a Teenage Zombie [Chapter Three]

Ugh, okay so nights are like totally not my favorite part of the day anymore. I used to love sleeping, in fact I still do...if I slept.
Yeah, I can't sleep anymore. It sucks. I just sat in my bed for a while, tossing and turning. Then I got up and turned my TV on, but there was nothing on any station; just a bunch of skeletons doing stupid stuff, pretty much the same thing on every channel.
I went downstairs more than once to go eat, every time it was meat. Its something I'd missed, and I became a glutton. I ate all of those stakes my dad bought [he's going to be so pissed] raw. I dunno why, there's just something about the blood that makes it so much more tasty. Its like if you cooked sushi, it'd just be gross and all the flavor would be lost.
Anyway, so something caught my attention while I was getting ready for school. My TV was still on and the news came on [I wanted to check how the weather was going to be].
"Breaking news! Some have heard about it in books, others in film, but as of earlier this week zombies are no longer a thing of fiction. That's right, there have been dozens of reports of what onlookers are calling, "A true nightmare.", "The walking dead.", and even "The end of times."
"We urge everyone watching not to panic, city law enforcement around the nation are working tirelessly to contain those infect by 'The Zombie Virus'. If you come across anyone suspicious please notify your local police department immediately."
Then it cut to some old bald guy with a handle bar mustache.
"We beg the public not to panic but if you see the signs, please contact us."
Then the lady news anchor started talking again, her voice over the images of bloody corpses walking down the street.
"Signs to look for are: constant drozziness, uncotrolled anger, super human strength, decomposing skin, and the urge to feed on flesh. We ask that everyone stay calm. This is Bella Hernandez signing out."

What a fucking bitch, I don't have uncontrolled anger.
I turn the TV off. I open my door and can hear my sister taking a shower, I walk down the stairs and end outside. I see Scott's car still parked in front of his house, it probably still wreaks of sex, sweat, and dishonesty. I head down to the bus stop, with both head phones of my ipod in. I'm listening to Circus by Brittney Spears, I like that song.
When I get to the bus stop I see only a few people waiting, so I sit down on the bench and wait with them. I turn my ipod off. I overhear two boys talking about my school.
"...Yeah, dude. My girlfriend goes to Pompey high..." One says.
"Wait, you're still dating a high school girl?" The other asks.
"...Dude, we just graduated lasst year. I was only a grade above her." The first says.
"But still, Bra. A high school girl? College girls put out." The second says with a smile.
"My girl puts out, so that's good enough for me, alright?" The first says clearly getting offended by his friend.
"I guess...FAG!" The second starts to laugh. I think to myself, if the first guy is having sex with his girlfriend that's not gay, right? But oh well, boys are confusing.
"Whatever. Anyway, she told me they might cancell school for the next week if the city gets hit by that flu virus that we all found out turned people into zombies." The first says.
"Yo, dude. If there are really zombies out here, I'm gonna kill every singel one of their asses." Then he made a few gun-like sounds with his mouth, but it just kind of sounded like he was a little kid again.
Then I heard the screeching on the bus tires and looked up to see it stopped right in front of me, of course I stand and head inside. This time I don't smack into the balance poles, thank you Jesus! I'm just standing there, swaying like everyone else from the motion of the bus, when I look outside. I see men in armored suits carrying bloody mean and women into giant armored trucks, the whole scene made me sad, I didn't know why. Everyone else in the bus, their faces stuck to the plastic/glass windows were cheering.
"Yeah, kill those fuckin' zombie assholes!"
"Oh, look at all that blood, just like in the movies!"
"Dude, I need to buy a gun!"
And so on.

When I got to school, I saw that there was a huge line snaking around the outside of it. I walked to the end and asked the person in front of me what the line was for.
"I'm not sure," She said. "but I think it might be some kind of blood test or something like that, to see if anyone's a zombie." Then she turned back around.
This was not good. If it really was a blood test, and I really was a zombie, I'd probably be executed right there on the stop. Should I leave? No, what if someone I know sees me leave, they could tell someone and then people would come after me. Maybe I could just tell the people giving the test I was afriad of needles, maybe then they'd let me off the hook? No, I don't think that would work. Maybe I could tell them I was using drugs, so my blood was all messed up? No, they know what they're looking for, its a virus, not drugs. And what if I'm not a zombie, then I just lied about taking drugs, and I know I'd never hear the end of it.
Before I knew it, I was ten people away from the test. I could see now, there were three stations, one where they drew blood and tested it, one where they checked your heart beat, and the other where they put a flash light in both of your eyes.
"I think they're checking for pupil dialation." I heard someone behind me say.
Eight people away.
I started to panic inside. I could feel my breath become scares, and I think I heard my heart beating, but I wasn't too sure.
Three people away.
I was getting tunnel vision, I was about to pass out.
"Next!" I heard someone say from a station call out, the person in line behind me gave me a shove. I walked down at the first station, blood taking station, shaking uncontrollably.
"What's wrong, dear?" The old woman asked me.
"I just...I just don't like needles." I told her.
"Oh, they aren't so bad, you can hardley feel them." She smiled as she rubbed my arm with a wet cotton ball. Then she pulled out a needle and...

-Sir Jestro