“I am getting a terrible cold.” I said to my step mom as she left the house for work.

“Aw that’s too bad honey, deal with it you spoiled brat!” I thought to myself,
“Jeez she is a total demon witch… She never cares about me, it’s almost as if all she is here for is my dad and his money.” My mom was an epidemiologist and she studied and possibly created viruses. We know she made some sort of super virus and there was an outbreak in her facility. She was trapped and died in minutes from breathing so much of the virus. She died when I was seven. To this day, not even the doctors know what the disease killed her was. We only know it was a never before seen virus, a very deadly one too.
         Well I’m sick, and I can’t go to school I woke up this morning feeling terrible and so does everyone else in the house. I think to myself,
“Uugghh now I have to spend time with my family!” I heard that my friends, who live next door, were also feeling sick. I have never heard of any sickness that could travel that far and in so little time!
         When I think that I am feeling better, I go back to school. I see my previously sick friends there too; we confer about our terrible times at our houses with our families. I am only sneezing a little, just here and there. Later I start feeling only worse, and worse, and worse. I later realize that I am still sick from before. I don’t want to go home because I have tons of overdue homework. And I know that if I go home there will just be more fighting and dumb board games. All a sudden I get an unexpected juicy sneeze and let it rip all over the classroom. The teacher asks,
“Oh my! Honey, are you all right!? I have never heard such a thing coming from a human! Do you need to go to the office?”
“Oh no, I think I am okay Mrs. Flunkagain.” After school, my family was saying how they sneezed all over the place. They also said it seemed as if there was a short deadlock time in which it seemed as if the sickness just “paused” in its infecting process. As if the virus were trying to trick us…
         The next day my eyes were puffy and there were large purple-greenish lumps all over my face. I had mucus leaking out of all my orifices. Blood was dripping out of my ears and some other part. I had trouble breathing. I was wheezing and it felt as if the pipes coming from my lungs were blocked up. I was incredibly weak. We went to the local doctors office and asked about the symptoms of this virus, “We have never seen anything like this! I really don’t know what to say!” He looked at another doctor in the back of the room and nodded as if he was signaling for him to do something. The other doctor picked up the phone and started talking to someone with a deep voice. He was speaking with a large sense of urgency. The call was short but something was definitely going to go down. The doctor who was inspecting me said in a stern voice, “I am deeply sorry but we will need to keep you and your family in a special space for a while.” He walked away, locked the door and we just waited in the room for a while not knowing what to do. About five minutes later, big men with HAZMAT suits busted through the door and violently escorted us to a tent looking structure that was like a tent but much more secure. I soon realized we were put into quarantine.
         All my family and I had access to in quarantine were beds and a television. Sadly the virus just got worse and by day five we couldn’t move and were completely paralyzed from the neck and down. I cried a pitiful cry, often thinking of my friends and my old life constantly. Biggest downside to the quarantine was that my dad was controlling the TV remote because he could move his hands. You know that and the devastatingly painful experiments they did on us and how we haven’t seen daylight in days. All we watched was the news and seeing how more and more innocent people were being infected from our virus. In a matter of hours the boy and his family died a slow and rigorous death. This virus made people half blind, paralyzed, and covered in buboes, large losses of blood occurred and there were overflows of mucus in and out of the body. The virus was named Fopakino after the boy’s mom, who created it. But soon enough only a few thousand people would live to say that name.