ZOMBIE TEMPLATE ?!

[FLUNK IS A FOUR LETTER WORD]

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IN YOUR HEAD, IN YOUR HEAD
T H E Y A R E F I G H T I N G



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Today was a good day to be outside. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, the air was light and warm... and Eric was huffing about like the big bad wolf. Not that he could ever be that terrifying, but still. You get the idea. Eric was no a happy child. Not because he was an outcast, nobody liked him, everybody thought he was a freak, etcetera, etcetera. That, Eric was used to. The half-whispered comments didn't bother him anymore. What did bother him was Wallace and his superiority complex. He had to be right about everything, didn't he? Even when he was bloody wrong. "It'll be easy, hm?" Eric muttered darkly under his breath. "Wandless magic is a breeze? Idiot. Liar. Blasphemy." Eric was wondering why he listened in the first place, since most students didn't learn wandless magic until their way-later years, and he was a mere fifth year.

Now he was pacing back and forth in front of an apple, looking like a total doof. Again, listening to Wallace proved to get him nowhere.

Forcing himself to take a deep breath, Eric turned toward the apple. There it was, sitting on top of his satchel as though everything was right and dandy with the world. Like there weren't people starving to death in third-world countries, or young boys driving themselves crazy trying to levitate a damn apple. It mocked Eric's pain. So show it, Wallace's voice prodded. Don't let it sit there and laugh at you! Make it swallow its words! But the apple hasn't said anything, Eric Two interjected, making sense (as usual). Oh, who asked you? Wallace snapped back. Nobody dared question Wallace -- not even Eric Two. The other, more timid mental voice was silent. Eric rolled his eyes. "Shut up you two, and let me focus. I am going to try again." He held his hands over the apple as one might over a hearth fire.

Eyes closed, steady breathing... Eric was ready. He held that position for a moment, just standing over the apple with his eyes closed. Then he opened them, looked down at the apple, and recited the incantation, "Wingardrium Leviosa."

... Fail. The apple remained right where it was.

Something inside Eric snapped. He was stick and tired of being bossed around by these... these... vices in his head. Always making a fool of him - having him put forth effort in some futile attempt to do something that would only make him look like a whacko to everyone else. To curb his anger, Eric snatched up the apple. Wielding it, he turned on the great Whomping Willow, which was only a few paces in front of him. Eric wound up and let the apple fly with a shout. The apple struck the Willow full in the trunk, smashing into it - a fly struck by a swatter. Apple guts spewed everywhere. "I'm sick of this!" Eric screamed, the vein in his neck pulling taut. "Get out of my head, and give me back my mind!"

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