Once upon a time there was a little me.

Now little me had already watched Lord of the Rings and Harry Potter.

My twin decided to watch the Zombies movie that came out so I joined.

Right in the middle of the movie when the zombie guy goes zombie on the football field I cried.

And cried. And cried.

Then I had nightmares for two straight days.

I vowed never to watch that movie again.

Well I did but skipped through the zombies out part. Later in life.

Also I'm writing this story laying on the ground with a new stuffed animal I got because I'm the most mature teen ever. 😎