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Stine the bus driver a pass on this one. He’s generally not aware of anything much.
    Miss Foogler thought about it. “You must think what Jesus would have done in your circumstances.”
    That was a good question. What would Jesus do if he was attacked by zombies?

KYLE:
Any idea?
LARRY:
I dunno. He was arrested by the Roman soldiers, but they weren’t gonna bite his face off right there and then.
KYLE:
Yeah, makes all the difference.

    I guess I was surprised by what Francine Brabansky said next.
    “Miss Foogler, what did Jesus say about people who, like, attack perfectly innocent people going about their business at school or on the bus or at cheerleading practice?”
    Miss Foogler thought a minute about all the things Jesus said about cheerleading practice. I guess she couldn’t remember anything about that in thebible, so she said, “Jesus said if someone slaps us, we should turn the other cheek.”
    “What if that someone was trying to rip out your cheek and bite you?” asked Francine.
    Just then the bell rang to tell us it was time to go into church, so I never got to hear Miss Foogler’s answer.
    But I did know that Francine Brabansky knew about the zombies.

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    We walked across the grass to the church. It’s a separate building. So I had a minute to talk to Francine. Plus, if I talked to Francine, maybe Jennalee Williams wouldn’t kick me for the glue thing. Francine’s waaay tougher than Jennalee.
    Except I had no idea what to say.
    So it was good when she whispered, “You know about the zombies, don’t you?”
    I nodded. “Yup.”
    “We have to do something,” said Francine. “You know. Kill ’em.”
    “They’re already dead,” I pointed out.
    “Don’t be a smart aleck,” she answered. Which was kind of rude. I started to explain about what Mr. O’Hara had told me, but she put her finger to my lips(which was also kind of rude) so I didn’t say anything. Francine didn’t want to hear it.
    “We gotta destroy ’em. You know the grown-ups aren’t gonna do anything. It’s up to us!”
    We were at the church door now, and Miss Foogler shushed us. “Be quiet in church!” she told us, in a voice way louder than we were talking in.
    We went inside. I sat with my family, halfway back on the right. I like to get behind a pillar if I can. Francine walked over to sit with her family too.
    She smiled at me. She’d just got her braces off.
    “Larry’s got a girlfriend!” sang my little sister, Honor. “Larry’s got a girlfriend!”
    Like I didn’t have enough to deal with.

KYLE:
Okay, tell me about Francine Brabansky.
LARRY:
You know Francine. She’s in your homeroom.
KYLE:
Yeah, but I don’t mean that. I mean, suddenly she’s in thestory, and we need to say something about her.
LARRY:
Oh, right. Well, her name’s Francine Brabansky and she lives on Cedar Street and she’s kind of a tomboy. She’s not the regular cheerleader type, you know. Not a princess. She doesn’t have perfect hair or clothes or anything. But she’s real good at gymnastics and she’s strong. Like, punch-you-and-knock-you-down strong. Well, not me. Michael Murphy, in third grade.
   Is that enough? I mean, she has a hamster and a brother named Bob. She likes lacrosse. She has her own stick. Her dad’s a mail carrier, I think.
KYLE:
Good enough.

    So Pastor Linda was reading announcements. There was going to be a yard sale, the choir was singing somewhere and Mr. Wiseman was in the hospital with a new hip. The whole time, people were still coming in. I guess it’s okay to be late for church. Maybe that’s because it’s on a weekend.
    Anyway, I stood up like we were supposed to as the organ started up for the first hymn. But something was going on. Even over the music, I could hear the word “BRAIIIINNNNSSSS !!!!!” which was not what you usually get at church. I turned around, but I couldn’t see anything because of the people in the pew behind. I tried to look around old Mrs. Suffecool, but my dad