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Monday, April 16, 2007

   Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream! make him the cutest that iv ever seen!
that one line is stuck in my head. *pops own head* GET OUT DARN YOU GET OUT!!!! TT_TT its still no out.

we've started terranova today. yuck. and guess what? they wont let you read after youv finished and when everyone is still working and theres 30 minutes out of the 44 youv started with. boo. oi! guess what? ima makin a book!! me and my dad got started talking on how they should make a movie of zombies vrs. vampires. (zombies are my fav. but unfortunatly they cant be a main character so vampirs are gonna win.) if i show t to you you have to promise you wont steal it. PROMISE DARN YOU! lol yeah so ima gonna put the 1st chapter in. how the zombies got started. tommorwo the vampires. the next day the humans. then the real book. ^^

Zombies


Almost blending in with the white hospital bed, a pale, blonde girl fluttered her eyes. Her father took a syringe and filled it with a strange silver liquid. A tear fell on her brow as he injected her with the substance. Afterwards she slumped back on the chair beside her bad and once again took in his surroundings. A pink cheery room with china dolls and trophies covered the room, but messing with the image of a healthy 8-year-old room, medicine papers the table, and wires all connecting to the girl dominated the room. He sighed…it took a lot of money and effort to get the supplies he needed but he wasn’t going to let his one and only daughter suffer in a cold hospital. He looked at his pride and joy and hoped that the “curisene” was working. He had spent the last 15 years, even before his daughter was born, perfecting. He had a general idea of what it could do and tested it many times, but never on a human being. It was the last hope for his daughter though. Soon cancer would overtake her small, fragile body, and she would die. He brushed away the limp hair, and saw with astonishment, color coming back to her cheeks. He looked at the monitors. Her heart rate seemed normal, the first time for 9 months. He quickly looked back, frightened. Her eyes slowly opened and when she saw her father, she smiled. “Hi…dad.”

One year later

“It seems that all of our health problems are over. Since of that amazing discovery made by Dr. Thomas Whitefeird, almost all-major diseases have been wiped out! The “curisene” has been spread across the-“Thomas Whitefeird snapped off the television and smiled.
“Janie pumpkin! Time for bed! Janie, answer me! Janie?!” yelled Thomas Whitefeird as he rushed to his daughters’ room. As he always did when she didn’t answer, although for the past year she seemed fine, he always fretted about a relapse. “Janie!” he yelled frantically. He burst though Janie’s door ignoring the poster of a popular singer that he could never remember the name of. He then almost fell in the middle of the room, when he saw Janie sitting limply on the bed.
“D-dad…” she whispered, “I f-feel all weird. What’s wrong w-with me? Her eyes rolled over, and she fell on the bed.
“Janie!” yelled Thomas Whitefeird frantically. He scrambled over to the bed and held his daughters’ head. “Janie!” she looked up with hazy eyes.
“Eeeeegghhh….” She moaned. Suddenly she started to bite and scratch at her dad making deep trenches in his skin.
“JANIE!” screams Dr. Whitefeid. As he strapped her to her bed. He was glad that he worried over seizures. As she struggled, no longer able to speak and apparently wanting him dead. He went and checked her heart rate and other medical things, not even seeming to notice his own wounds. His eyes widened. “Janie…” he checked her stats again, knowing that it wasn’t wrong. Her skin was clammy and cold and she had deep sunken eyes. She was dead. But Janie was still thrashing around in her bed. It couldn’t be possible but there was the proof right in front of him. No heartbeat, no nothing. His hand absentmindedly scratched his wounds. He felt dizzy and he wanted to sleep. He crashed to the ground. A minute later he sat up, with sunken eyes and clammy skin. He ran out of the room, not noticing his still-raving daughter on the bed.
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