Why I Quit Zombie School Read Online Free PDF

ready to burst….”
    “Okay, okay,” I said. “So I’m a little wired.” I raised my eyes to hers. “It’s a new school, right? And there are some things about it —”
    She sighed. “That again?” She slid her backpack closer. “I thought we were going to do the science worksheets together.”
    “Yeah. Fine. No problem,” I said. “But first can we —?”
    A tall, dark-haired girl from our class stepped up beside Franny. “Hey,” she said. “Are you doing the worksheets?”
    Franny nodded. “Yeah. If I can get Matt to get off my case.”
    “I’m not on your case,” I said. “I just wanted to ask —”
    The girl was staring down at me. She had straight black hair parted in the middle, cold blue eyes, and she wore black lipstick. “Are you the new guy?” she asked. She had a soft, whispery voice.
    “That’s me,” I said. “I should have a T-shirt made — NEW GUY.”
    I thought it was funny, but she didn’t laugh.
    “I’m Alana,” she said. She motioned for me to scoot over. “Can we do the worksheets together?”
    I really wanted to talk to Franny. I had about five hundred questions about this school I needed her to answer.
    But Alana was already squeezing between us. I had no choice.
    We pulled out our worksheets and leaned over the table in front of the couch to fill them out together. They were long and hard. Luckily, Alana knew this chapter in the text really well. She helped Franny and me out with a lot of answers we didn’t know.
    I was desperate to talk to Franny alone. But every few minutes, the two of them would stop work to talk about boys in our class or some bit of gossip. Of course I had no clue of who they were talking about.
    So, the study session stretched on and on. It was pitch-black outside the row of windows now. The Study Room was nearly empty.
    Finally, Alana said, “Catch you guys later.” She packed up her stuff and headed out the door.
    I turned to Franny. “Can we talk now?” I asked eagerly. “I have some questions….”
    Franny jammed her worksheets into her backpack. “Can it wait till tomorrow, Matt?” she said. “I really have to get upstairs.”
    She didn’t give me a chance to answer. She jumped to her feet.
    “But, Franny —” I frantically started to gather up my papers. I dropped my textbook onto the floor.
    When I looked up, Franny was already at the Study Room door. She turned back suddenly and walked halfway back to me.
    “Hey, Matt, I’ve been meaning to ask you,” she said. “When did you die?”

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    I laughed.
    Did I hear right? Is she joking?
    I pinched my arm. “I don’t think I died yet,” I told her. “I’m pretty sure I’m alive.”
    Her mouth opened in an O of surprise. She dropped her backpack to the floor. Then she rushed over to me.
    She grabbed my arm and tugged me off the couch.
    “Hey — what’s your problem?” I cried.
    She didn’t answer. She dragged me out to the hall. A few kids looked up as we passed. I heard a boy laugh.
    Franny pulled me to the end of the hall. The lights were dim back there. No one around.
    She backed me against the tile wall. “You’re alive?” she asked in a harsh whisper.
    I nodded. “Unless you know something I don’t!” I joked.
    Franny grabbed me by the shoulders. Her eyes locked on mine. “Matt — don’t you realize what that means?” she cried.
    I stared back at her. “No. What?”
    “It means you and I are the
only living kids
in this school!” she whispered.
    I blinked. My mind went blank. I couldn’t think of a reply.
    “You’re trying to scare me?” I said finally. I grinned. “Oh, I get it. This is something kids here do to all the new students?”
    “You idiot,” Franny said, shaking her head. “You really haven’t figured it out?”
    I blinked again. I suddenly had a cold feeling at the back of my neck.
    “This is a
zombie
school, Matt,” Franny said. “The kids here at Romero are all undead. They are all zombies except for you and me.”
    She