Pika Groove
The 'virus' hit this small town of Malcony fast. The 'virus' hit our town within a week. My family was the first to go. I made it out alive only because I was at a friends the night it happened. When returned the next day my little sister tried to eat me. Scary, I know. She was the type of sister everyone loved.
When they tried to eat me, it took all of my will power to kill them as they were. They were the average family, perfect as perfect can be. Except me. I was the outcast in everything. My mother hated how I couldn't get my school work done on time. My father hated how I wasn't just like him. And Carla, my sister, hated how I wasn't normal. My father was the Vice President of his older brothers company. My mother was the principal at Malcony Senior High. She always knew if I was skipping or if I was being trouble. My sister was a tattle-tale. But I loved her with all my heart.
After killing them, I dragged their bodies outside and locked all the doors and covered the curtains. Basically, I was gonna hide out in my house. I was terrified. We still had power and electricity, so I played my Xbox in my basement room. But all that came to an end, when there was pounding on my door.
"Pika!" A girls voice screamed.
I was terrified, normally, I am socially awkward and I don't really talk to girls, I only check them out.
I looked out the peep hole. The hottest girl in the school, Julia, was out there.
What should I do? What should I do? My thoughts were scrambling.
I opened the door and she opened her arms into a big hug.
"Thank you, Pika." She said with tear streaks on her cheeks. I wanted to kiss them away, but I was so socially awkward she wouldn't have it.
"Umm…" I started. "What are you doing here?"
"I . . I had to . . um . kill my family. They were gonna eat me." She said sobbing more and she buried her face into my chest.
"I know the feeling." I whispered.
"You can't possibly know what I am going through." She said fiercely.
"Well, If you came here to insult me, maybe you should just get out." I said pushing her tiny figure out of my arms.
"I . I didn't mean it like that." She said looking at me squarely.
"Of course you didn't. But yes, I had to kill both my parents and my little sister yesterday. Does that make you happy? I had to kill my family." I said crossing my arms over my chest.
When you look at me, you would probably think that I am thin and a whimp. No, I am tough, strong enough to protect my self in a fight, and yes, I am skinny. Normally, I wear skinny jeans and tight t-shirts. I have a black and blonde hair and my eyes are a deep brown. I am the school punk, only because my mom was the principal.
Looking at Julia, you see a gorgeous blonde with deep blue eyes. She has a flawless face and a tiny figure. She wears tight jeans and loose shirts and is self confident. Yet, she is underestimated, she is musically talented and athletic.
In every music concert she is in, which there isn't one she isn't in, she had a solo. She would stop the crowd, make them listen, even the band stopped playing when she started.
She was in every sport. She would run faster than a cheetah, swim faster than a fish, and threw a ball like an allstar. She was amazing at everything.
I was in band and choir. I sang some solos, but never as good as Julia. I played the electric guitar. I was in absolutely no sports, but I did lift weights.
Julia sighed and turned around.
"I'm sorry to bother you." She said sadly.
"Julia, I want to help you. Though, you are making it impossible to be around you without getting angry. Why did you come to me today? Why me of all of your popular friends?" I asked.
She looked stunned.
"Umm, I knew you were safe to go to, I see you lift, through your bedroom window. I knew you wouldn't let anyone die. Well, I kind of had a crush, on, you. Since the fifth grade."
"What?" It was my turn to be too stunned to think.