Zombie School Days

In an ordinary town.

In an ordinary street.

Was an ordinary school.

In an ordinary classroom.

Sat an ordinary boy.

This boy is Barry Karloff or as he is known to everybody else…Boris. We are not really interested in Boris… because he is ordinary. To the left of Boris sits his best friend, Frankie Button, he is not an ordinary boy. He is a little different. His skin colour is a little strange – sort of green. He smells a little. He attracts flies in the summer. He loses things like an ordinary boy. He loses pens, books, shoes and a finger now and again. Frankie Button is a Zombie.

Frankie Button’s parents are also zombies. Like any other loving parents they wanted the best for Frankie Button. They want him to have the things they never had, in this case an education.

The Head teacher was very pleased to welcome Frankie Button to the school. After all he was the first Zombie ever to attend any school. Unfortunately the Head teacher was not pleased at Frankie Button’s first Parents evening, when Mr and Mrs Button ate Brian Draper’s mother, a school prefect and a brand new laptop recently purchased for the school. However, the Head teacher thought that apart from the parents evening incident, Frankie Button’s school days were relatively issue free.

Being a zombie, Frankie Button was not the brightest in the class. He spoke very slowly and sometimes found it difficult to keep up, especially if he had lost a digit – difficult to write without a finger or two. Luckily his friend Boris kept two tubes of superglue in his bag, to stick the fingers back on. Frankie Button may not have been the brightest in the class, but he wasn’t the bottom of the class. That title went to Brian Draper, the kind of boy who could not walk and talk at the same time – Brian wasn’t very good at multi-tasking. Brian Draper hated Frankie Button, which is understandable really – Frankie Button’s parents did eat Brian’s mother. Brian was after revenge.

The class bell rang and everybody collected their books and started to stuff them into bags, the noise level rose as children spoke to each other across the crowded classroom. Mr Price, the teacher who had just inflicted an hour of algebra on the children shouted to be heard over the noise. “Frankie Button, Frankie Button”

“Yes. Sir.” slowly replied Frankie Button in his deep zombie voice.

“The Head wishes to see you now” informed Mr Price.

The rest of the class looked around, the wondered as I guess you are – Who has Frankie Button eaten?

“Thank. You. Sir” came a dragged out reply “ I. Am. On. My. Way”

“And take Boris, err… I mean Barry with you” added Mr Price.

Frankie Button and Boris looked at each other, both wondering what this could be about.