(They’re not very patient with the editorial process!)
Anyway, I hope you can overlook any minor errors you may find; enjoy!
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Zombies Don’t Study
“I-I-I don’t understand,” I stammer, wedged into my seat and surrounded by three Hotties of the Living Dead. “How have you been able to get away with it for so long?”
Clarissa, the tallest of the zombie hotties, hangs a finger over her shoulder at the framed black and white picture of class valedictorian-to-be Angela Prescott; the one with the black armband across it that reads “RIP.”
“Angela used to do all our homework for us,” Clarissa explains, twirling a cool ginger curl around her pale white finger.
Then she casts major shade at volleyball star Hunter Jag and says, “Until someone got a little too hungry one night last week and ate our star tutor.”
“How long are you going to beat that dead horse anyway?” asks Hunter, sneering from beneath her straight black bangs. “I dare any of you to resist the temptation of her great, giant, HUGE brain. I’m not kidding you; it was GINORMOUS.”
“You should know,” quips the third and final member of the undead, Rena Strong, whipping her blond hair back away from her radiant, if pale, face. “Since you ate it.”