The 7th Sickness

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March 17, 2021, my life was skrewed up since march 17th 2021. Thats when the sickness started, when my 'picture perfect life' was ruiened. The week began like any other would, waking up blah blah blah. I went to school, my first class was history and proffesor jamers was the strictest teacher ever. Once in the class i began my routine. Get pencil, grab notebook and finally begin the notes. The notes me and alex passed were allways fun to read but obviously, like every good thing in my life, it didnt last. Mr Jamers 'Skull, if i catch you passing notes one more time i will send you to detention -' He rambled on and on, back to the topic. '' We all know the first sickness to come was targeted to dinos but there were lesser known species targated after that, such as the dodo-" Ringgggg, time for lunch. We were already packed up, we always are before the end of class. Mr jamers tried to stop us from leaving, but, no luck. I raced to the hall and checked my phone, hoping for a message, but no luck. Guess hes still in milititary camp, wich means my parents are still assholes. Alex jogs up next to me, "Still in the military?" She asks. I respond,

"Yep, and i dont think i might ever see him again."

"Come on.. stop being dramatic"

"Im NOT dramatic, my parents are just like the biggest assholes EVER"

"You complain about your brother all the time when hes here though"

"How do you think siblings work?"

"They dont"

It was true. But i wish it wasnt.