The Darkness, Sabrina Royal [reading cloud ebooks TXT] 📗

You can say her life was normal. As normal as it gets for an African teenage living in a nice neighborhood with her mother and her friends. She lived the typical life of a beloved daughter. She would wake up in the morning and hugged her sheets closer to her body as a sign of not wanting to start the busy days at school. After the third interruption from that maniac of an alarm clock, Gabriella would began her usual routines of prepping herself until there was not a spot of pimples that covered the caramel surface. Then she would rushed down the hallway to the kitchen to grabbed a jellied toast that laid on a small saucer plate near the doorway. This was her mother way of saying "I Love You" and have a wonderful day at school. Her mother would always be so kind and draw little messages or heart shapes jelly on the piece of toast. In the beginning it would always bothered her and would be she would considered this so "uncool" that her mother didn't treat her like an adult and left such stupid things on this toasted bread. She would always feel embarrassed to pulled it out on the bus to snacked on, but over the years she thought it was endearing and her friends even mentioned that they wanted a mother as cool as hers.

Gabriella reached up to opened the brass door knob of her front door and looked back down the hall. Her mother was getting ready herself. She was pulling on her usual buttoned shirt and black slacks that she wore at her receptionist job at the hospital. In the past, Gabriella would sit on the toilet seat's cover and watched her mom applied neutral make up to her also caramel face. This would take only thirty minutes and Gabriella always wished that when she becomes older, she would be something as elegant and beautiful as her mother. Already, the neighbors would compliment her and say she is her mother's younger twin. Compliments that never evaded her mother and her.

Once she shut the door behind her, she looked around the neighborhood in the morning. It was peaceful and there were bird's chatters covering the sky. Her neighborhood was really friendly. Even the elders were nice and not as cranky as most neighborhood where they would yell at the kids or shut themselves up in their house only to stare back at you through half shut blinds. A sound caught her left ear and she turned her head toward the area just to see a blinding yellow bus pulling up to a stop infront of her house and opening their doors so she can join them on another day of high school.

"Bye Mom!" she screamed toward the house and heard a soft sound that came from the door.
She walked down to the bus and climbed on in. There, sitting on one of the seats in the back was her friend Jessica. She was white with rich brown hair and brown eyes. In the olden days, Jessica and her would called each other the cats because they would always wear cat eyeliner, since they wanted to be like their shero Hailey Berry in the movie CatWoman

.

"Hey Bri!" Jessica shouted and was sipping on her water bottle that she always kept with her every since she joined the school track team.
"Hey, Jess, did you catch Teen Moms last night?" she said and sat herself down next to Jessica who was dressed in her normal shorts and plain long sleeve shirts.
"No, I tend to ignored those shows since those girls are not really good. Who gets pregnant than put your life on T.V. I think along some way they should had realize that they are on T.V and avoid drugs and abuse. "
"Right Right!" Bri agreed and thought about how MTV should had realized that children would love the idea of being on tv more than they would love the idea of not having kids at such young age.
"Anywho..." Jessica air quoted and turned her body in full knee-touching toward Bri.
"What?"
"Well, did you ask him yet..." she said and her eye stared like lasers into her own brown eyes.
"Noo..."
"What do you mean no?! You only have to asked him a question. We will do this in 7th period. You need a date to prom. You just cannot

go stag!"
"Yeah I can" she said defensively as bead of sweats started to fall down the back of her neck and she raked a hand through her corkscrew curls.
"No you can't and that is final." Jessica said stubbornly and turned her body toward the front, ignoring any more pleads that might had fallen out of Bri's lips.
"Okay..."

When the bus rolled up to Southeast Memorial

High school and came to a complete stop, Gabrilla and Jessica went off to their separate classes. They did not talk the whole bus ride toward school and this made Bri worry. Soon she would have to asked out Chad. Chad was a tall light skinned male with brown dreads that caresses his back and light brown eyes. He is quite handsome and Gabriella always catch him looking at her whenever she turned her head in art class. This would cause her to blush and him to smile. Such actions began to repeat each day until it was a norm for them. She was hoping he would ask her out first but she doubted he would do that.

The next couple of hours went by quite quick and she began to feel nervous. As she dragged her feet toward her last class. While walking down the short corridor, she began to feel someone breathing down her neck. Looking back, she saw that it was nobody. Just her imagination, but as she continue to walk nearer to her class, she kept getting this sinking feeling that there was somebody noticing her every move and it was a predator's glance than the normal school population's glances. Her movement became more assertive and she walked faster toward the classroom until she was panting at the doorway.

"Good" she mumbled to herself as nobody in particular was looking her way. She then sat down and cocked her head to the spot where Chad would sit. Her eyes widen in confusion as she noticed Chad was not there. This may be normal to any other people but CHAD was always here. He was the raining champ on not missing school ever. In fact, Chad LOVES

school. It was just how he was. This made her eyebrow scrooch up together and as Mr. Donavan was calling roll, she could tell he was confused by the situation as well when he ran over Chad's name

"Well this is odd..." he said under his breath. "Should I call or check up on him?" he said than shook his head at the ridiculousness of such answer.
"Alright students, time to learn art. I want you to pick up those pencils and draw a happy land scape from your memory. Remember that there is no wrong answers in art and that art is for art's sake!" he said and sat behind his desk to finished his elaborate drawing of a Ferris wheel on top of a empty grassy park.

Everybody began working quickly and soon there was only the sound of the scratching of pencils on papers. Gabriella thought back to her childhood an would remember when her mother would take her to the country side to visit her grandmother and she would let her feed the ducks at the park. This gave her such inspiration that she already started to draw the outlines of the park .
Half the class period was quite busy until a scream echoed down the hall that caused many pencils to drop in surprise.
"What? What was that?" said Mr. Donavan who was quite frazzled by such sounds. He then walked over to the classroom door and opened it. Probably to yell at some teenagers doing angsts in the school's hall way she guessed.
As soon as he opened the door, everybody in the classroom saw many teenagers running pass their class door and screaming with such frightfulness. There was nothing but blurs that could only be seen as this continued.
"What is going on?!" said Mr. Donavan and he grabbed a student.
The girl he grabbed looked ready to pee her pants for her face was covered in sweat and her purple t-shirt was drenched in blood. She looked at the hall and something must had caught her attention for her to punch Mr. Donavan in the chest and bolting away from the area.
"Are you alright?" Gabriella said and walked over to the sound and the hunched over Mr. Donavan .
"Yeah..." he cough. "Just fine..."
"What's going on?" she said and peaked her head out the doorway.
There was students attacking students that could easily be considered a school fight, but on closer glance it was easy to tell that something was not right. Students just do not bite the face off other students. This was not reality!
"W-what? Why is..." she stopped and took closer look to see that it was Chad with eyes so red that pupils was not even evident and half his head was clearly gone. Half of his long dreads was dirty, matted, and covered in blood. A cried stopped in her throat and she back up making more of the students alarmed until they all came to investigate.
She didn't know who screamed, but it caused half the distorted looking humans to come rushing toward their classroom. In a blink of an eye, three-fourth of the class were either killed, fighting, or being eaten by the zombies. It wouldn't had been heart stopping if those very students didn't come back to life and looked over to the remaining three students left in the classroom.
"What can we do?" a red head said and her green eyes darted back and forth from one zombie to the other. She was freaking out and it was obvious by the way she held her ruler in her tight grasp and pointed it like a weapon to the zombies.
"I don't know, but the most easier answer we can do is get away."