Can anyone remember the name of the books? I think the first book was about Earth already invaded. And the next book in the series was a prequel. But I could be wrong.
As if middle school isn’t already hard enough, let me tell you: it’s ten times harder if you’re a zombie. But before I get into that, I should probably tell you how all of this started in the first place.
My name is Max Walters. My dad works in a science lab on the outskirts of our town. No one really knows what goes on there, just that it’s top-secret. My sister Sarah is an eighth-grader who got more of my dad’s smarts than I did, even though she’s a lot more interested in hanging out with friends than studying. Anyway, Sarah and I have decided that my dad’s workplace is some sort of government lab. My parents never talk about it, at least not when they think we’re listening. Dad’s a phlebotomist. His job is drawing and studying blood, and he’s obsessed with it. When he’s not in the lab or doing parenting stuff, he’s down in our basement––also top-secret––studying blood through a microscope or with one of the other scientific tools he has.
My transformation into a zombie started in the summer after fifth grade, just a few days before middle school was scheduled to start. It’s not every day you hear about a kid turning into a zombie, so the beginning is probably the best place to start. Otherwise, you might not believe a word of it.
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Dad got home late one night. Mom had ordered us pizza right after he called to say he was stuck at the lab working on an important project. When he got home, he was sweaty and nervous. Like he’d “seen a ghost,” as the saying goes.
“Honey, what happened to you?” my mom asked.
“Project,” my dad replied, huffing for breath as though he’d sprinted from his car through the front door. “Gotta go––to the basement.”
My mom and him shared that look that Sarah and I had seen a dozen times. The look that meant they knew something we didn’t, and that it had to stay a secret between them. Sometimes I wondered if my mom knew the exact nature of my dad’s work, but it didn’t really matter. She just knew it was dangerous, and together they’d decided to do everything humanly possible to keep the truth from Sarah and me.
“Well at least let me fix you a plate,” my mom said, loading a few drippy slices of cheese pizza and some salad onto my dad’s table setting.
Dad had stumbled toward the stairs leading down to the basement, his knees weak and wobbly. He opened the door and almost fell down. My mom rushed over and hooked her arm around him, balancing the dinner plate in her free hand. Together, they walked down the stairs,
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... was upset so I blamed it on “religious persecution” rather than my shitty writing. I can imagine the non-mormon grader gagging while reading that brainwashed drivel. God I was a cringey cultist.
I've slowly and painfully been using resources like Schlaukopf to make my way through Kindergarten to the fifth grade. Today, I got my first set of books from Cornelsen. They are relatively cheap too. Here's the Arbeitsheft.
If you are floating around in the C1 - C2 area and need some resources, check out cornelsen.de. There are online books at scook.de as well.
I made a joke with a meme about chucking milkshakes at fascists and then a "we have nothing to lose but our chains by rebelling against our capitalist overlords" three people were mainly involved with this. A, D, and AN. D posted a gif of ron swanson saying capitalism is what makes America great" and A said "would you rather live in cuba for a month?" and then I went on a very lite-leftist rant since I didn't want to go full rad on them. I said capitalism could definitely be improved (lie, but gotta not show my true beliefs, and this is always a good start) and listed examples like how disabled people are paid a lot less, improving minimum wage, taking money from the absurd amount America puts into its military into homeless/sustainable science programs, very lite leftist amount stuff. Then A said i basically wanted to robin hood stuff. D said billionaires would just move and improved minimum wage would ruin the economy. so I said we should just hang the billionaires (I thought it would be fun to say). A said that was just sick and its been shitty ever since and A just said "can we agree u/dolancrewrules is alone in his opinion and move on" and I feel like i've just alienated myself horribly from a group of people i've known since forever.
If you're still interested, you can hit my DMs. Or not. It's really your decision.
She tripped in front of me and her lips grazed my cheek and she said eww as soon as I helped her up :)
So here's a crazy dream I had this morning:
I dreamt that Beto O'Rourke was a substitute teacher teaching a 6th grade class that inexplicably had me and various other adults I knew in it. It was all adults. And he was a "cool" teacher who let us watch Midsommar during class and then threw a Pokemon themed party with alcohol in his basement near the school.
So uh....what's going on?
Cast: me, EF (Entitled friend), bff d, bff m, bff n, bff a, bff n2, group teammate 1, group teammate 2 and group teammate 3.
This story happen when I was in middle school, it's been like 3 years since then. Back than I used to be a very nice kid, always trying to solve fights and arguments between my class mates and others at my school. I used to have a lot of people who likes me, some that hated and some that were natural with me. I had a group of 6 very close best friends since first grade 2 of them even since kindergarden and one joined us before the last year, bff d, bff a, bff n, bff, n2, bff m and the last one was EF. We were all very close and always together during break. Ever since I meet 5 of them but bff n2 I started to notice that my bff EF was acting strange when I'm around her with another friend of our usually trying to make us not talk and not be around etch other but I never truly payed intension to it till nearly the middle of our last grade together (school in where I live is from the age of 7 to 12,than we have middle school from 12 to 15 and than high school from 15 to 18). We had a big project coming up at school for the last graders in science, and we were Saporayted into group from 5-6 in a group, I was put in the same group with bff d, group mate 1, group mate 2, group mate 3 and bff d. In the start every thing went well till I came to class one day and I notice that every one but my bff bff d didn't want to talk to me and didn't lesson to what I said, I ask then what happend and they said: Group mate 1: "how dare you say that about us!" She said that very angry. I ask: "what did I do?" I didn't know what was going on back than, than group mate 3 said: "that we are losers and that if you can you would do this project on your on" I didn't know what to said I was so surprised, than group mate 2 said: "EF told us you said it to her yesterday" I was so sucked cause I never said that I tried to explain but was cur of and they continue d "don't you dare lie to us, we don't need you, go away" I was so sucked that I was about to cry cause when I'm scared, afraid and under stress I cry esaly, my bff bff d notice it and tock me out side quickly. When we were out side I was crying already my friend bff d tried to talk to me to calm me down but I wasn't with her already the only thing she said that I got was "why did EF did that, I know you didn't say that and you would never do", after that we walked to the teacher and told her what happen
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One day, she told me his name was Johnothan, which happens to be the name of the bands' vocalist. I'll never forget what I said in reply. "Tell him that his name reminds me of Johnothan Davis."
I didn't ask her, "Oh, hey, is everything okay at home?", or "Why do you have to talk to a case worker?" I was old enough to know that a child talking to a case worker is a bad thing, yet I didn't bother to ask.
We still talk to this day, and I don't even know if she remembers this moment. I'm in english class and cringing so hard thinking about it.
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I’m in the eighth grade now (middle school, 13-14 year olds), but when I was in the sixth grade, I was a kleptomaniac. I stole basically everything I could get my hands on, and if I got caught, I would lie and get away with it (I’ve always been a good liar). I stole things from my friends’ houses, things from school, things from stores. I even stole a video game from one of my friends, lied about it, then bought them the same game a few months later for their birthday to cover myself up. It was all stupid. I stole from the dollar store and a corner store and got caught neither of the times because I removed the packaging first. I even stole from Babies R Us at one point just to do it. I think the reason why was because I found it thrilling, and was fueled by the adrenaline rush. I remember I used to steal computer mice as well. Everyone had those wireless mice with the receivers back then, so when one would turn up in the lost and found of a classroom or on the floor in the hall, I’d just snatch it and put it in my locker (or in my pocket until I could get to my locker). One time I specifically remember, I traded my friend a few mice so I could borrow his 3DS. When he was in possession of the mice, a girl recognized one as hers and asked for it back. I wasn’t there at the time. He said no and smashed it later that day (he isn’t the brightest). Although it wasn’t entirely my fault, I still felt bad and would’ve given it back if I was in that situation. Anyways, when I was in the seventh grade, I’d get huge bouts of anxiety from remembering what I did, and I felt pretty guilty about it. Eventually, I just stopped caring about it. Can’t change the past. I don’t plan on stealing anymore, as the rush wasn’t worth the anxiety.
It all started when I was on a school bus in 6th grade and a girl I was close friends with asked me if all guys masturbate and I was super embarrassed and confused because I had no idea what it was. As you could probably guess I went home that night and looked it up and was hooked ever since. I’m super proud of myself for finally starting to get my shit together after a terrible year for my family and I. I just turned 21 and I finally went on my first date with a beautiful girl and I couldn’t be happier or more grateful. Got my real estate license and ready to start my own business, promote/sell myself and my vision to my friends and family. Jim Carrey’s quote gives me so much peace I thought I’d share “When the world is crazy I’ll be calm, when the world is calm I’ll be crazy”. I’m still working through my negative beliefs about myself but I know with consistency and effort I will get there. If I believe it I can see it- Les Brown. Thanks for reading my little rant I hope you guys experience all the success you want and deserve, stay strong!!😊
