I've heard people taste like chicken

                                        

                                              
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Translation: I hate Mondays and it's too early in the morning to talk.
                              
If I would've auditioned for a part in a zombie movie I'd definitely get the part. Not because I looked and felt like one but because I was craving some brains for breakfast.
                              
Sarcasm people, please don't think I'm a cannibal. Although I've heard people taste like chicken. Oh god it's too early to be thinking about eating people.
                              
My stomach growled.
                              
So I was thinking about eating brains and then my stomach reacted. I don't even wanna know what this says about me. My mom would probably throw a bible at me if she knew what was going through my mind most of the time.
                              
Do you ever get those moments where you're glad that people don't know what you're thinking? I'm always glad about that.
                              
My exorcism is only a mindreader away.
                              
That didn't even make sense. Urgh, Jill, just get out of bed.
                              
After a quick shower I went downstairs. My mom was reading the newspaper at the kitchen table. I mumbled something that resembled brains.
                              
Mom chuckled "Good morning to you too" How can she be so awake this early? It's a gift.
                              
I yawned "Yeah whatever" and grabbed some cereal.
                              
"Aren't you a ray of sunshine" Mom said, not even looking up from her newspaper. Maybe my mood was just radiaing off of me.
                              
Either that or she looked up when I wasn't looking. It's not like I'm very perceptive right now.
                              
After my drive to school I still felt like a zombie. Usually the music in the car wakes me up but it just didn't do its job today.
                              
Having math didn't really help either. George, you know my super cool teacher, had to poke me when class was finished because I'd fallen asleep. He wasn't mad though, I don't think he's familiar with that emotion.
                              
Seriously, it's impossible to get him in a bad mood. It's like teaching is a wonderful thing to him and school is like home. That poor guy.
                              
Luckily I was back to my old self by the time it was lunch period. We were sitting in the cafeteria because it was cloudy outside. Maybe I'd had trouble waking up because the sun wasn't shining? Yes, let's blame the sun.
                              
"So Jake, any cool stories? Who was the chick you left with at Snake's party?" Gwen asked curiously. Everyone looked at Jake. Yes, it's pathetic how much we love Jake's stories.
                              
Jake looked at all of us with an amused face and chuckled "Sorry, nothing interesting, just quick and easy"
                              
The guys chuckled but Gwen scrunched her nose. So did I. Quick and easy sounds like a microwave dish, not a person.
                              
"You know, I've been watching Code's clip all weekend" I grinned proudly. Code poked me in the ribs and I spasmed because I hadn't seen it coming. Everyone laughed at me.
                              
Some kids at other tables were looking too. Fine, I guess I had that one coming.
                              
"I think we've all been watching it" Snake snorted.
                              
"Shut up. My dog just loves me" Code pouted, looking like a five year old that couldn't play with his toys anymore. I pinched his cheeks and he poked me again. This time I saw it coming and was able to dodge it. Personal victory for me.
                              
"Bus and Code. I ship it" Gwen smiled.
                              
Code poked me again. "Hey! What was that for?" I slapped him playfully.