MORE SCANDINAVIANS. At first, when I came here I wasn’t sure I’ll be encountering anymore of them after that tragic fiasco with Brandy and Mikkelen but hey, there you go. I’m sitting under a canopy with the samurai girl, Caracao. We seemed to have it off pretty fast, mainly due to the fact that she recognized me from art class. I swear I had never seen this girl until now lol.
Damn, it’s been a minute since I’ve been to Paradise Valley High School. I was a nobody there but for some strange reason, I’m feeling very nostalgic about it. There are schools here in Phoenix of course and if you’re rich and snobby enough you’ll usually go to the ones in Northen Palvalla. I used to go there to do my shopping, the people there are ass though. They’re pretentiously high-class, racist, and hate foreigners. Ok, maybe I’m stretching it a bit. They’re not all bad, Ashby seems pretty cool.
Anyway, back to Caracao. The way she approached me was rather petulant and abrupt.
“Aren’t you from Mrs. Gomez’s art class?” She asked.
“Yeah, so what?”
“I was in the same class. You seemed pretty miserable in there.” She teased.
“That’s because I was.”
“We all were. I don’t think anybody wanted to show up, we never did anything in there. Your eyebrow looks stupid.”
“You look stupid.”
“What happened to them?”
“A dog nearly bit my eyes. Don’t ask me why, it just did.”
“Oh shit—really?” Caracao snorted. “I wish a dog can bite me and give me a wicked scar right about here…” she tickled her right nipple. I would’ve been into her if her voice wasn’t so deep and she didn’t look like one of those bratty LGBTQ people. I’ve met more of my share in school, and their typical biome is usually in art class. But Caracao seemed cool as a friend so we ended up talking some more.
Getting here was really harrowing. Not because of the zombies or anything, my machete kind of took care of that mess. No, it was because I kept on seeing phantasmal visions of Bernardo and Matteo creep out of nowhere. Their eyes would be bleeding and they would always yell at me to run. To run as fast as I can before it’s too late. Before it’s all over. So consequentially, I got here pretty quickly. I was one of the early ones I think. The only other people here were Nolke and Wrigley. And of course King and friends.
Caracao is sitting right beside me on her sleeping bag. She’s been glancing outside the canopy for a while now.
“Mall girl is getting into it with Avi. I think we might start fighting.”
“We should probably help her,” I say.
“Why? She’s a big girl, she can look after herself.”
Caracao did have a point, but at the end of the day I knew it was just jealousy. Her eyes have been staring daggers at her since she first got here. Something tells me they’ll be best friends. It’s only a matter of time.
I try to spot the platinum blonde girl that we’ve come to know as mall girl in the crowd. Caracao’s right, she is arguing with Avi and Ashby seems to be joining in too. Should I go there? Nah, it seems like too much work. Mall girl is really stunning though, she looks like the most typical Swedish girl though. I wanna shoot my shot but I know I’ll get rejected. She seems like the type that’ll be more interested in an Ashby or Grant.
As for Avi and Canores, the uniformed Latino douchebags, I can’t say yet. It’s still too early on to judge and I like giving people a chance.
There was one other one. Rainy was her name I think. She’s got that tomboy look with the trucker hat and lung cancer breath going on. I first saw her come in with that horse boy but since then she’s been talking to a lot of the guys here. Flirting actually. Just a few minutes ago she was in Nolke and Ashby’s group laughing it off as if they had just come out of the bedroom. She’s pretty cute though and she speaks Spanish, so that’s a bonus. Then Ingrid’s voice claws into my mind like a nagging mother. No romance in the zombie apocalypse.
Just typical, I sigh to myself and fall back on my sleeping bag.
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