It happened when I was three. It was actually the day I turned three and a half. It started with my best friend, Maddy. She started with a cold that turned to the flue that spread to her brother that spread to her mother that spread to her father that spread to everyone at his work place, including my mom. From my mom it spread to everyone who was at my birthday party. From them it spread to their family and from their family it spread to their family friends. Soon, this sickness- this pleague- had spread very verr far.
The sickness killed all infected. Some of us were immune to it or just didn’t catch it for some reason. What ever it ws, there were some who weren’t affected. two years later, I had survived and I had been found.
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Short StoryJust little tidbits because I'm lazy. I come up with some ideas that could turn into cool books (or even movies :P) but I'm too lazy to put forth all that effort. So, here are a collection of little stories I started and never finished. If you want...
