R.L.+Stine+story+15

I admit it. I am a zombie. My whole family are zombies. The living dead. We died in a shipwreck 200 years ago. We are buried in a big crypt in the old cemetery two blocks from my school. Yes, I go to school. John Adam's Middle School. I enjoy school. I need to get out of the cemetery. Being dead is so boring. The kids think I’m a weirdo. I guess because I look a little pale and strange, and I kind of stagger. But I have a couple of friends—Amy and William. And so far, no one has guessed my secret. Until today. Our class is taking a field trip to explore the cemetery. I’m very worried. Some kids are wandering close to my family’s grave. If they recognize my name and guess my secret, I will have no choice. I will have to ATTACK with all my fury. Amy and William are staring at the grave. They are my only friends. But—I must protect my family. What should I do? What should I do? “Stop!” I screamed out in a chilling tone I felt I had woke my Uncle Harold in his grave. “Don't disturb them!” “Disturb who?” Amy questioned. That's it I'm done I thought to myself, no I'm not going down like this I have to make something up    “Ummm m-m-my grandfather that's his grave don't disturb it.” My whole class peaked at the grave trying to make it look like they weren't. The tombstone read...    Here lies Shane M. Jacobs 1795-1809 “Dude that's your name” <span style="font-family: VCCLKG+Avenir-Medium,sans-serif;">William spoke up. “N-N-NO its not I'm just named after him that's all” <span style="font-family: VCCLKG+Avenir-Medium,sans-serif;">Nice save I thought to myself. That was close too close. I have to be more careful and go spoil my secret. I still cant help feeling someone is watching me like they don't actual believe that I was named after my grandfather and I'm getting really scared because if they figure out that my grandfather only live 14 years I'm done. Luckily the kids in my class aren't that bright I'm the smartest one in my class and I'm DEAD! As we were in school I couldn't concentrate and I was awaiting scratch that anticipating the bell ring finally it did. As I was walking to my grave as I saw Amy and William I walked over trying to be as come as possible. “<span style="font-family: VCCLKG+Avenir-Medium,sans-serif;">Your a ZOMBIE!” <span style="font-family: VCCLKG+Avenir-Medium,sans-serif;">They screeched almost simultaneously <span style="font-family: VCCLKG+Avenir-Medium,sans-serif;">I didn't want it to come to this but I had to protect my family. I ATTACKED with all my fury I was crying the whole time they are my friends this is wrong no I have to protect my secret whatever it takes. The next day I felt sorrow and pity not seeing my good friends encouraging me to due my best the teacher spoke up    “<span style="font-family: VCCLKG+Avenir-Medium,sans-serif;">Amy, William are you there? I guess not.” <span style="font-family: VCCLKG+Avenir-Medium,sans-serif;">I started to speak “<span style="font-family: VCCLKG+Avenir-Medium,sans-serif;">Maybe their taking a nap a dirt nap that is!” <span style="font-family: WKMRYE+MonsterFonts-HouseofTerror;">Do you have what it takes to finish this terrifying tale? If your story is chosen as a winner, you’ll receive a set <span style="font-family: VCCLKG+Avenir-Medium,sans-serif;">