A/N I do not own Warm Bodies (or TNH) or anything in this fanfic pretty much except for any names you don't recognize. (maybe buildings etc.) (first fanfic! :D) Any help on personalities, writing, and your own opinion on the story and char are happily accepted. THESE CHAPTERS WILL BE LONG! LONG! Maybe not this first one, but I'll try my best! I will also try to post a new chapter every Saturday. Did you know... I watched the movie four times in a row! Go me! AND EVERYONE WHO IS READING THIS! DOCTOR WHO! I am such a nerd. Read on, fellow internet travelers. Read on. - ChocolateChipNip :3
R's P.O.V.
I'm walking down the block with Julie when she says "R, I want to tell you something." "What is it?" I ask. We pass a dog or two and keep walking. "Well, I think it would be best for your reading and all that, to send you to a day of school. What do you say R, just a day of school?" she says. I stop walking and start to just stare at her in complete awe. School? "What grade?" I ask very uncertainly, dreading the answer. "Seventh." Julie says this as if seventh grade isn't too low my age, witch, I still do not know. After she says it I'm so surprised I'm not even sure I was actually standing up. I was probably probably curled up in a little ball hyperventilating. Thankfully I was wrong. "Um... seventh grade?" I ask this as if she had made some sort of sick joke. "Yup. Seventh." she says. Then she looks back at me from about two feet away. Thankfully we were currently walking slow so she didn't get a couple yards ahead when I stopped instead of a few feet. "When?" I ask this very slowly, as if I would die if I knew the answer. "Next week" she says. That right there showed me she had she had already enrolled me without giving me a choice.
I personally think that I can learn without having to go to school but I get up in the morning to go anyways. I drive myself to school and trudge through a very long and boring day of staring because of my age, and probably week old cafeteria food. At the end of the day, witch I am more than ready to go home at this point, I see two girls fighting outside. Not verbally, but actually fighting, then one pins the other down with her foot on the pinned girl's neck. I'm about to go pull the winning girl off the other when she looks at me. This look isn't evil, cold, or even annoyed, but filled with sadness, tears, strength and all-surprising recognition. The only thing I'm really surprised at is when I realize she's recognizing ME. Whats even weirder is that she looks a lot like me, too. She has really long straight black hair, piercing blue eyes, and what looks like warm-hearted personality. One of the few differences from viewing her is a layer of fierceness earned from experience and loss. But I still have to stop her from choking the other girl to death, so I rush over and pull her off the pinned girl. She's strong, and I know this because of how easily she escapes my grip to kick me in the stomach. The other girl mutters something under her breath and walks away after glaring at the black-haired girl for a few seconds. "Hey!" I yell after finally recovering from a few seconds of pain and shock. "You... you can't... but you're..." she stutters. She is about twelve years old and probably doesn't have any parents. I'm starting to get the feeling that she is smarter, wittier and stronger than me because she doesn't have any parents, and is probably going to leave this place to wander off to another in a month or two.
She stares at me as if I done something to horribly offend her. I might have, back when I was alive the first time. "You... you... but... I... you..." she stutters again and I wonder if she has speech problems, or was a zombie at one point. "I... what? What did I do?" I ask carefully, eyeing the foot she previously used to try and do stomach surgery on me. "You died! How are you possibly alive right now? I watched you die!" she almost collapses in tears as she wears her vocal cords yelling this."Who are you?What's your name?" I ask this partly because of genuine curiosity, and partly because she kicked me in the stomach and said she watched me die. That second part was the main reason. Then I notice the small crowd of tittering seventh grade girls surrounding us. She is about to answer my question when I brush past the crowd, get in my car, and drive home. But as I leave I can feel her gaze burning into my back as if she couldn't look away, and if she did, she would wake up. I hope she wanted to wake up. I hope I don't have to go back there ever again. But something was different about her. She seemed familiar, like I've known her for a very, very long time. I shake the thought away as I get out of my car and into the house. I am slowly walking up the stairs when Julie finds me. "What happened?!" she almost screams as she sees my hands clutching my stomach in real pain, and my mesmerized expression. I hate myself for making her so worried. She looks at me as if I've been through a train wreck. She gets me an ice pack for my stomach and asks me how I got kicked in the stomach. I'm about to answer her when we hear a loud knock on the door.