Day one

Dear diary,

You'd never think that the zombie apocalypse would happen while you're still in high school.  Maybe it's because movies and books only portray young children for heartfelt sadness, or grown men for logical reasons.  Anyway, I'm getting off topic, I'm making this as a journal, incase I have to deal with early onset alzheimer's in the middle of an apocalypse.  It was almost time for homeroom, stuck in math class like every other day bored out of my mind.  In fact, the zombies looked more lively than the students.  Of course, the fat kids were the ones to get eaten first, they're big targets, and luckily there wasn't any of them by the window that I sit at.  After climbing through the window I noticed that the track team was going a bit slower doing their normal laps.  Probably because they were dead, maybe because their recent budget cuts.  So me being me thought, these track stars have been harassing me about being small and slow through school, might as well get revenge.  I won't dive into any details, but it involved setting up hurdles for their rotting bodies to smack into chasing me among other things.  By the time I finished with "recess," I decided it was time to get to "class" and find out how to kill these things.  I started with the track team star, Zachary McDillian.  He was a hard one to put down but without arms, legs, or a head, he seemed to stop moving.  Through my "studies" I found the cliche of going for the head proved very effective and so, with my zombie killing knowledge, I head off in search of weapons and shelter.  It was as I crossed to the neighborhood where all the old people live (old people don't make very intimidating zombies) that I found this pink, glittery, kitten notebook and started to write; "Dear diary."