The Land Of No Return

Chapter 2

P.E.

"Because the milk makes all these people the way they are. so does the orange juice," Casey informed me. "Don't say it too loud," C.J. whispered. "The security camera can't hear us, and it's not like these people care!"she said a little more quiet. "Yeah, but these zombies can still hear you!"C.J. Grunted. "Wait. You mean they're always watching us?"I asked. They both turn to look at me. It was obvious they forgot I was there. "Yes, and most of the security cameras can hear what we're saying as well,"Casey replies. "Are these people zombies? Or did they have a life before they drank the milk and orange juice?" I asked. "No they're not real zombies. They did have a life. and if we got all these people to stop drinking the milk for at least a month, then they get their lives back, unless they start drinking it again," C.J. said. At the end of lunch break it was P.E. I knew that the team I would be on would win. This Rick guy was probably just another fake zombie. Boy, was I wrong. Rick was this guy with a tan, black hair, shiny white teeth in this dazzling smile. "Sorry I never got to formally introduce myself. I've been so busy. Hi, I'm Rick," he took my hand and shook it hard. "And I'm Seth. Nice to meet you Luke," I said, while feeling my shoulder to make sure it wasn't out of its socket. I was one of the last people picked. I was on C.J. and Casey's team. Both teams had half normal people and half zombie people. Each team made sure that the zombie people sat out while normal people played. It wasn't a surprise that Rick was good. He looked like the sports type of guy, but C.J. was better. C.J. was not joking when he said he was good at basketball. Every time he shot he made it. He can jump so high he did like a million slam dunks. I guess that's why they named him C.J. Because he's just as good as the Utah Jazz player, C.J. Miles. It must seem weird that I, living in Miami, Florida, know Utah, on the other side of the country's, basketball team. It's not weird. I actually moved to Miami from Sandy, Utah. Our team won by two points. I guess I did pretty good. I got us four points. But the rest of the team, at least, got 10 points each person. So I guess I did horrible compared to these people. On our way back to class Rick came up to me,"Hey! You did a pretty good job at basketball!" He patted me on the back. "I did terrible." He frowned,"Hey. It was your first game. Don't feel bad." I kept thinking about how I was told about the milk. And before I know it the bell's ringing for me to go home. I walk to my locker as little kids kept running into me. "Watch were you're going!"I yelled at almost every one of them. I do my locker combo. "46-26-44" I mutter under my breath. It took me about five tries to open my locker. After the fifth time I started screaming,"Uuuggggggghhhhhhhh!!! Why won't you open!?" As I start to leave giving up on opening my locker the lockers all of a sudden start to make a loud banging noise as they open and close. All on the same wall my locker was on.My locker was wide open not banging against the wall. As I got closer the other lockers started opening and closing faster and faster. It was a good thing nobody was around. Or else they were going to think I started all the racket. As I got the stuff from my locker I closed it. It had never occurred to me that maybe the banging was my fault. They started to slow down as I walked outside. Then I had this awesome song come into my head so I started snapping and humming. And as I did my first snap, I didn't realize it until it was too late but, all the lockers suddenly closed. I walked home still humming . Just as I leave the school grounds I hear,"Hey, new guy, wait up." I turn around to see these 3 girls, who look my age, running up to me. The one leading the other girls had curly red hair, like fire, all around her face, she had eyes that were pure black with hatred, her skin was a little tan, she was skinny, but you could tell that she was way strong.