The bell rang, echoing through the walls and into other classrooms, alerting it's lunch. Children scattered out of their seats, shoving textbooks into their bags and rushing out of the building. I saw mike, lucas and dustin run out of the classroom, but will, he was putting his pencil case inside his bag.

"C'mon," I said, taking his bag, zipping it closed as I walked out if the classroom. He ran after me, snatching his bag out of my hands.

"That's my property," he said and we walked through the white painted brick walls 

"Oh well," I annouced, he put his back pack on his back. We walked down I his locker, he took out some books from his bag an a paper fell from his locker. I picked it up, opening the folded piece of paper, seeing the news article of the boy who came back to life. A picture of will printed on the front and comments from everybody who was involved last year. The words 'zombie boy' written in green permanent marker across the paper.

"Cocksuckers," I say, I threw the paper in the bin, well more like across the hall and faced will who had a worried expression on him. "Don't listen to what people say about you, the words people name you, they're only doing it to seem powerful, when really they're just digging into a ditch every time. You hear me?" I asked him. He nodded, still holding onto the worried face. I placed a soft kiss onto his forehead, and hugged him tightly.

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"Why are the boys standing behind a fence?" I ask when we stood outside of the buliding and onto the playground of children.

"Race you," he dared, and began running down the stairs and running rapidly towards the boys. I ran after him, my bag that hung from my shoulder swinging side to side. We quickly ran around to where the boys stood, hiding away from someone.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, standing beside mike, will stood at the front, infront of lucas and dustin.

"The two are stalking the ginger," mike said, sighing when she started skateboarding down the road. Gliding past the walls of English.

"That has to be max, girls don't play video games," lucas annouced, looking through the fencing.

"Yeah and you can't win 751,300 points," will included, holding onto the fence.

"Well how do you know it's madmax?" Mike asked lucas.

"How many maxes do you know mike?" He asked him in quite a harsh tone.

"Well-" he started, but lucas quickly cut him. 

"Excatly none, it's gotta be her," lucas said.

"Shit where's she go?" Dustin asked as they all began to argue.

"Found her," will said, looking to his right, watching the ginger head girl, head up the stairs, throwing a piece of paper in the bin when she reached the top.

The boys scattered to the bin the girl threw the paper inside of. Dustin scavenged into the bin, lucas mike and will covered him as other pupils walked past, staring at us strangely.

"Found it," dustin yelled, his head coming out of the bin with a srunched ball of plain paper in his hand. He unraveled the ball, opening it up with three words written over the sheet.

"Stop stalking me," we all read out loud. Dustin sighed, still holding onto the creased up paper.

"William byers," we heard a man ask behind our group. We all turned and saw the same old face of our headmaster in a typical black suit.  "Your mother's here," he told him. He looked at the tall man that stood before him in exhaustion.

"Want me to walk you?" I ask him, he nodded, forming his lips into a line.

"Will that be okay?" Will asked the headmaster, he also nodded, holding his hands behind his back.

"See you tomorrow," will says to the boys, waving goodbye.

and this chapter cause the substitute teacher hasn't noticed me yet.