Chapter 2- Tryouts

Danny sat in the bleachers. He watched Tommy stand in the line. Danny thought that the so-call 'cropsicles,' in a way, were more alive than most people. He was glad he made a friend. Though he was a bit saddened at the thought of his old best friends, Sam and Tucker. He can't replace them. Tommy was very brave though. Joining the football team takes a lot of guts, especially when the coach and over half of the team hate you just because of what you are.

Danny clenched his fists. He got a bit angry and a bit sad for Tommy and the others. They didn't get to choose what they became. It wasn't a choice. They just went through something traumatic, and everyone hates you. Just because of what you are. Danny snorted; guess he had much more in common with the undead dudes than he originally thought.

Danny watched the coach shout orders to the team, but Danny's eyes were soon elsewhere. Phoebe was also watching the game and, apparently, writing poetry. She had her ear buds in, but Danny could practically hear the screamo music from where he was. A slight movement in the woods caught his eye. He looked into the woods. A few differently biotic kids stood there. They must be there to support Tommy. He needs the help, with all the hatred going around.

Pete, Danny learned his name very soon when it was obvious he hated all undead, tackled Tommy. But he fell on his back. Danny inwardly smirked; of course he can't move Tommy. To do so would be like hitting a brick wall. Adam, Danny saw, was the only one on the team that was playing fairly. Danny gave him props. It couldn't have been easy to follow the rules when the coach and everyone else are excepting something different.

Soon, the tryouts were over. Danny hopes that Tommy makes the team. Danny watched as Adam and Phoebe leave. Huh, they seemed so different. But apparently, they are good friends or something.

"Danny."

Danny looked up to see Tommy.

"Hello Tommy. Do well?"

"I think so…. I want you to…meet some people… friends… You are new…and… the undead need to…stick together."

Danny swore he saw a twinkle of laughter in those eyes.

"Okay. Lead the way."

Tommy slowly led Danny to the edge of the woods. Danny slowed his pace a bit to match Tommy's. He wanted to keep the act up. And, technically, he was differently biotic, but he was a different differently biotic.

Once at the edge of the woods, Danny was met with several differently biotic kids. One was a large black kid, one was a girl in a tight skirt, and one had long black hair (well, long for a dude, but then again people have said the same for Danny). The last dude looked extremely creepy.

"This is…Karen, Toby, and Takayuki."

Danny looked to the odd group, "Danny."

Karen stepped forward, "Hello Danny. You are new? Where do you live...Do you need a place…to stay?"

Danny was a bit shocked. Her voice, dull and monotone, was faster than most of the others.

"Yes, I am new. I do not need a place to stay. I live in…a house…nearby."

If it wasn't hard for a zombie to smile, Karen would've. "That's good…"

Danny almost smiled. Almost. Toby and Takayuki were still silent. Karen and Tommy couldn't help but compare Danny with Evan. Both had more energy than what was stereotypical for a 'zombie,' and both talked more…normal.

"Danny…there's a haunted house nearby….please come…"

Danny looked at Tommy, "A haunted house?"

"Not haunted….per-say, but…please come…we're having a party…tomorrow night…"

"Sure."

The next day:

Tommy couldn't stop feeling happy inside as he walked around school. Phoebe, a living beautiful girl, made a poem for him…about him. Tommy saw Pete and his crew near Danny and he grew a bit sad. Pete doesn't like the living impaired.

Pete:

Pete couldn't help it. He had to see this new corpse himself. He heard about him. According to the girls, he was good looking despite the fact that he was dead. Don't they see it? It's gross. It's not natural. Maybe it wouldn't have been different if Julie came back, but no. What right did they have? Walking around as if they were actually normal while his Julie was rotting six feet under.

"Hey corpse!"

The kid turned around. Pete was a bit taken back. This kid was creepy, even for a dead zombie. The white hair and dull blue eyes weren't natural. Gees, this guy's, this corpse is a freak even for its own kind. The zombie, if possible, seemed to be glaring.

"Can I…help you?"

Pete smirked, "Yeah, go back to your place in hell!"

Danny:

Danny had an idea. He hated bullies, mostly due to Dash. Though, he put up with Dash so that he didn't bully anyone else. But, perhaps Danny would be able to scare Pete so bad, that he would stop all together.

"Sorry…Hell is full….though you would know…since you were spit back up."

Okay, Danny decided, he needs to work on his witty banter…a lot. Guess after these years, he's gotten rusty. He could have some fun with this.

Pete:

Pete couldn't believe the nerve of this corpse-sickle! Rage boiled inside Pete. He was about to hit the dead kid, but someone stopped him.

"Pete….Danny….everything okay?"

Pete and the dead kid, apparently named Danny, turned. There was that Williams kid with several other zombies. Pete's eye twitched. He can't take on this many, but Danny, that damn Danny, will have his turn.