My Zombie Ditty for English Class Entry #7

I wrote this little story for my English class:

• • "As we looked at our cookies, with eyes wide open the class' faces all had huge grins from ear to ear. Everyone was ready to dig in after our 'Cubing' activity, but I thought about how we have only known Mr. Daulton for 2 weeks which made me nervous. The cookie looked fine, but looks are a mask for baleful ingredients. For all I know he could have thrown in a cup of toxic waste into the batter. Just as I finished this thought, Blake Moore took a hefty bite out of his cookie and everyone followed, except me.After class everyone wasn't feeling too well. I still had my cookie in hand because this was still all too suspicious. All 23 students from my class were sent to the office or home due to dizziness and nausea. As the day went on and kids went through Mt. Daultons class, all my classes got smaller and smaller until it was me and a few sick kids who refused to go home. As the few of us sat in our th period history class with Mr. Winslow, I noticed my classmates looking like a fate worse than death. Suddenly I realize a faint growling coming from the other side of the room and a glaze on Hannah;s face that was focused on Winslow, but not in an attentive student wat more of a "I havnt eaten since Sunday" look. At that moment I realized my suspicions were correct. Mr. Daulton had turned the Jr. class into brain craving zombies. I quietly but quickly snuck out of the room as my zombified classmates began to devour Mr.Winslow. As I started running for my car I noticed Trace running as well.I prayed he had the same suspicions I did. Then I noticed the cookie in his hand as we ran and stared silent till we got to his car. we then discussed how we both had a funny feeling about these cookies from the start. From then on we made a zombie proof plan for the week which is all we needed at that moment. We would later go on to figuring out how to either un-zombify our friends or fight until humanity was restored to normal."