I DON'T OWN ANYTHING!!!

Ugh… My eyes What the? … I looked around. I can… I can see? I can breathe? How is this possible? I-I died! I died in a plane crash! I can remember it was 1956... I was killed by Jackson Membrane… I stood and stared about my surroundings. I was next to were my grave was. I looked at my hands… There was nothing but bone and dried blood. I had my wedding dress on, it was torn and a bit dusty. I had my velvet buckle shoes on. My father had given those to me before I left on the trip to go marry Phillip. Oh, how I hated that man. I needed to find a looking glass to see how I looked. I must find a disguise to live among the humans. To blend in.

THE NEXT DAY

I found out that the humans today still have school, this new day and age. And everyone has color TV! They must make more cash now. I was walking to school and saw a few people stare at me. I guess my disguise wasn't that brilliant. I had a wig with blonde hair, like I used to have before it rotted away. I fabricated skin out of bologna. My eyes were made of glass eyes I found behind of a optical store. The fit in my sockets quite nicely. I glued on fake eyelashes. My clothes were sewn by me, a blue knee high dress that was tight on me. I had made myself curvy, and pretty so I might not be mistaken for a dead person. I arrived at the high school. I believe I was a sophomore. I walked into the school and smiled.

The smell… It was delicious. The humans, they smelled absolutely tasty! I wanted to eat people. Eat them all! I wasn't just a dead person, I was a zombie. I felt terrible, I wanted to kill people. I wanted to eat their organs. Every single last one of them smelled wonderful… except for one… He was green and had black hair. He smelled nothing like a human. No blood, no brain, no eyes… He must be a zombie too! I decided to sit next to him. So I wouldn't be tempted to kill anybody. For now.

"Hello, my name is Natalie. what's yours?"

He looked shocked that I was being nice to him and said "Uh… Zim"

"Can you tell I'm different? By the way I smell?"

"You smell of filthy human meat, bologna."

"Aren't you a human?" I was going to find out if he was something like me!!!

"YES, NORMAL NORMAL!!" He yelled nervously. He was not normal, though. He didn't smell delicious, he had to be strange. But what was so strange about him?