Spotlight [B. Oliver]

Wi-Fi in the Sky

Ella's p.o.v. 

"Why did I agree to that stupid meet and greet in Korea last week? Man, I am stupid." 

I mentally face palm as I sit at my desk, curled up in my chair. Last week, I went with Dad to Korea to discuss a benefit concert for Koreans who want to go for music as a future career/dream. I was riding with father as we passed a factory building. I think it was where they pack and sort mail to be sorted into mail trucks and sent off to their destinations. 

As we were about to turn the corner, the building explodes. No one died in the explosion, but multiple injured. The cause was a foreign package containing samples for one of the scientific firms in Korea. They managed to seal it off and keep it contained, but one small vile got exposed into the air. 

Canceling the benefit concert, Dad and I came back to the states. But about a day after we got home, we both suddenly felt ill. Doctors tell us it's a small case of an old version of 'Covid-19'. They managed to give us a cure/vaccine to keep it from spreading and getting worse, but sadly they couldn't cure us instantly. Dad is staying in his room as well as me. 

Ms. Rose and Angie has been kind to take care of us but have to wear hazmat suits to keep the both of us in quarantine. I've had to stay home from school. When Beck tried to come in, Ms. Rose took pity on him and told him what happened. 

Beck and Jade found out about the explosion and were severely upset that I hadn't gotten in touch since I came back to the states or when I found out I was sick. The second day of my quarantine, Beck and Jade video chatted me, so I could give them the whole story. Sending me gifts of food and a cute stuff animal, I try to make the best of the week while I recover. 

Now, the doctor's told the four of us that we need at least 2 weeks of quarantine to minimalize contact. 1 week of hell done, one more to go. 

"I miss Beck. His idea was sweet and kind of smart. But, I wish I could hug him right now."  Mentally groaning as I turn down my music. One of the many fun things I've learned about Covid-19... 

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IT SUCKS!!!!! 

The headaches', I get more tired, my muscles are so sore that I can barely move, this is torture. Worse of all, I haven't found an inspiration for my latest art project for school. My teach wants the class to draw something personal from inside of us. Basically, a pic to describe a feeling to someone that with one look, they'd understand. It is hard! 

Beep 

I look at my computer screen. Clicking and moving my music tab a bit, my video-chat notification was alerting me. Someone wants to video-chat? Right now, of all times? Looking down, I take notice of my sickly appearance.