The next morning, I got the silent treatment from Larry and looks of sheer parental misery from Mom. Ronnie seemed oblivious to the whole ‘Zack is in the doghouse’ vibe as she gobbled up a bowl of Fruit Loops. But then she stopped me in the hall on my way out.
“Whatever you did, I need a full report after school.”
Such a supportive little sister.
School was as horrid as ever with the ever-present stench of death permeating the hallways. I had to admit, however, the scent, while strong, didn’t seem quite as bad as it had the last couple of days. Whether this was because I was getting used to it or because I had re-killed Mr. Hickey and lowered the number of dead skulking through the corridors, I didn’t know.
I tried to put yesterday behind me and dive into my schoolwork, but, well, come on. It’s high school. Verses the long lost secret to immortality rummaging around in my brain. Not really a fair fight.