The first line of our story is: If I hadn't looked out the window at that exact moment and watched it happen with my own eyes, I would never have believed it.
We were allowed to change the POV from 1st person to 3rd person if we prefer.
Here are the results --
If I hadn't looked out the window at that exact moment and watched it happen with my own eyes, I would never have believed it. They were coming for me.
Their grey-tinged faces were expressionless as they mindlessly shuffled across the street and onto our front lawn. They were being led by a tall blond, the quarterback of our high school football team...my boyfriend, Brandon. He ignored his bangs as they fell down into his eyes and I longed to push them back like I had a million times before. He needed a haircut, but it was never going to happen. Cost Cutters didn't give haircuts to zombies. The remains of his last meal were spread down the front of his football jersey, I think it was Mr. McJohnson, our calculus teacher.
I'm still not sure how this happened, why the world as I knew it turned upside-down, but that's the way it is and I've got to accept it and deal as best as I can. I walked to the door and put my hand on the knob.
"Don't even think about it, Vanessa," Sheila yelled, knocking me away from the door with a flying tackle. "I haven't done a very good job keeping you safe, but that ends now! You're getting out of here over my dead body."
I looked at my sister, remembering that in all the years we'd shared a room, she'd never made her bed, or the time she took my cellphone and sent nasty texts to all my friends, how she ratted me out when I got in late last Saturday night and when she put Nair in my shampoo bottle. Then I reached over and ate her face.
I shuffled over, opened the door and joined the rest of my 2nd period history class. Brandon took my hand in his and we went next door to have the neighbors for lunch. Sheila should know that nothing can stop two zombies when they truly love each other.
If I hadn't looked out the window at that exact moment and watched it happen with my own eyes, I would never have believed it. One second she was standing there and the next a house dropped from the sky. The impact of the thundering crash knocked me to the ground, but as quiet settled, I rushed to my door, nearly tripping over my feet. I peeked out to see my neighbors doing the same. I couldn't quite grasp what had just happened until I stepped outside with the others and crept closer to this mysterious house. Protruding from beneath the foundation was a pair of motionless legs, their feet encased in those sparkling red slippers. Shocked gasps echoed around me but elation made my heart soar. Ding dong! The wicked witch is dead!
If I hadn't looked out the window at that exact moment and watched it happen with my own eyes, I would never have believed it.
Mr. Bolger, my next door neighbor, was a drag queen! I watched him prance back and forth in his living room as he sang and danced to some song I couldn't hear, his sparkly painted face animated, one arm reaching gracefully for the sky as he belted out his tune.
He wore a silver sequined mini dress, and wowsa...what legs the guy had! They went on for days. His feet were encased in matching silver, six-inch spike heels, and I felt a rush of jealousy over how easily he strutted across the floor in those things. I struggled in a pair of three-inch wedges, for cripe's sake.
He tossed his head back as he finished the song, and I watched in fascination as he smiled and took a bow, as if performing for a captive audience. When he straightened, my heart leapt to my throat--he was looking directly at me! My pulse sped out of control as I stood staring, frozen in place as if by physical force. His eyes mirrored my own, growing big as silver dollars.
Suddenly, he rushed forward and snapped his drapes shut. Holy crap, I thought, stumbling backward until my legs hit the bed. How am I supposed to face him today when I hand in my homework? Mr. Bolger is my history teacher!
If Andi hadn't looked out the window at that exact moment and watched it happen with her own eyes, she never would have believed it. Angel, her black lab, was sneaking across her neighbor's yard in broad daylight like a poorly trained ninja, headed toward the open kitchen window and the freshly baked pie cooling on the sill.
Andi hadn't met the new guy next door, but judging by the display of baked goods, Mrs. Donnelly had. Men and women alike fell in love with the sweet eighty-two year old lady after just one whiff of her culinary creations.
Before Andi could distract Angel from trouble, the dog jumped up against the side of the house and nabbed the edge of the pie plate with her teeth. "Oh, crackerjack," Andi muttered. Her pup buried her muzzle into the thick apple filling and happily grunted her way through the unexpected treat.
While Andi debated the best way to retrieve her wayward pet and make restitution for the pilfered pie, a grumpy face glared out the now empty window at the scene. This didn't seem like the best time to welcome him to the neighborhood.
Well, that takes care of our contributions. So, how about you? Anybody feeling creative this week and want to give it a try? Have fun!