My Life as A White Trash Zombie
Diana Rowland
Language: English
Pages: 320
ISBN: 0756406757
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Teenage delinquent Angel Crawford lives with her redneck father in the swamps of southern Louisiana. She's a high school dropout, addicted to drugs and alcohol, and has a police record a mile long. But when she's made into a zombie after a car crash, her addictions disappear, except for her all-consuming need to stay "alive"...
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oversleep and lose my job, I thought. I knew myself too well. But it’s only a job, right? Whoever wrote that letter can’t have been serious about the whole go-to-jail thing. . . . I shook my head, scowling. God, I was weak. How could I even be considering risking it? The same way I’ve risked everything else in my life. By not giving a shit. Or getting so fucked up I couldn’t give a shit, even if I wanted to. Yeah, well, I needed to give a shit about going back to j ail. “I’ll, um, see you
creature had probably dragged the tree into the road to make me stop. Panic jabbed through me. I could maybe explain away the accident, but there was no way I could explain losing the body. “No!” I struggled to get up and around the damn seats. “Get away! You can’t have it!” It ignored me and grabbed the black plastic and pulled, but the bag was still belted to the stretcher and the whole thing was pretty well jammed into the corner. That bought me a few more seconds. I could see it better
wasn’t going to be the new norm. Chapter 17 My decent mood lasted until I pulled up to the house and saw my dad sitting on the porch. He had a beer in his hand, and a pile of empties scattered beside his chair. I silently counted the cans, then closed my eyes and breathed a curse. Well over a dozen. I was slow getting out of my car, as if I could infinitely delay having to deal with him. “You stink,” he muttered as I tried to walk past him. I gritted my teeth. I knew he was only saying
side and rooting for you, I swear.” Well, shit. How the fuck was I supposed to stay mad and upset after that? I sniffled, suddenly pissed for a different reason as I realized I’d been crying. I hurriedly swiped my hands across my eyes. “Okay. Yeah.” He sighed and for a weird instant I thought he was going to pull me into a hug. He didn’t, but I had the strangest wish that he would. “Now that we’ve established that I’m an insensitive dick,” he said, “are you still willing to give me a
it,” I mumbled. He gave me a squeeze. “Okay. Offer stands.” He slipped his hands lower and pulled me close to him. “I’ll even let you work off the rent,” he said with a laugh. I knew he wasn’t trying to sound like a sleaze, so I didn’t call him on it. “I can pay,” I said. He lifted his head. “What’s that supposed to mean? You don’t like fucking me anymore?” Shit, that really hadn’t come out like I’d meant. “Sorry. I mean, I have a job now and can split costs with you. I’m not a leech.” I
