The next morning, I got the silent treatment from Larry and looks of sheer parental misery from Mom. Ronnie seemed oblivious to the whole 'Zack is in the doghouse' vibe as she gobbled up a bowl of Fruit Loops. But then she stopped me in the hall on my way out.
“Whatever you did, I need a full report after school."
Such a supportive little sister.
School was as horrid as ever with the ever-present stench of death permeating the hallways. I had to admit, however, the scent, while strong, didn't seem quite as bad as it had the last couple of days. Whether this was because I was getting used to it or because I had re-killed Mr. Hickey and lowered the number of dead skulking through the corridors, I didn't know.
I tried to put yesterday behind me and dive into my schoolwork, but, well, come
