Virus

Twelve

Sara woke me up the next morning. She was wearing a black BodyCon dress with a black and white striped cardigan. There was a sheath dress spread out on my bed.

"What's the occasion?" I asked.

"It's Jasmine," she said. It was as if Sara was gone. She was replaced by someone whom was crippled with sadness. "She passed last night in hospital."

My heart shattered at those words. She passed...

It took forever for Sara to coax me into the dress. Once I was dressed, we walked to the polis where the entire city was gathered around a tiny coffin.

It was so small.

Nita stood at the foot of the coffin and I was suddenly enraged.

"Although Jasmine was a newcomer from this weeks load, we are all saddened by her death. She was only seven. That is too young for a life to be lost."

"She's actually five," I hollered from the back of the crowd. Every head in the room turned toward me. "She was five years old Mayor."

My only plan today was to make Nita look bad in front of her people.

"You are suitable to eulogize her," I said gently shoving the mayor out of my way. "Jasmine was my niece. Her mother is my sister. I don't know where Sharon is right now, how horrible to have your daughter die and not even know it. There are so many things wrong with this death. That fact that she died is the first wrongdoing."

I glared at Nita, biting into her with shame like hot coals.

"The next one is that she passed in the company of your city!" I couldn't hold it in anymore. "Mayor Juanita neglected to tell me, her guardian, that she was sick. She neglected to tell me until yesterday night! All because she wanted my head in the game."

The people were obviously confused. Some of then asked Nita if it was true. She didn't answer then. She just left, protected by her padlock door.

All they could do now was stare at me. I left them too, going back to my dorm.

Sara was back at the dorm. Her cardigan was strew over the back of the couch. She leaned over the counter. Writing something out on a piece of paper.

"What are you doing," I asked.

"Planning," she said distantly, intently working on her project.

"Planning what?"

"I'm planning Mayor Nita's assassination."