Survival. It is what every living thing craves. However surviving has become rather difficult over the past few years. After the disease, nicknamed Triton's Curse due to its origin (it developed in the ocean fish that we then ate. Therefore we contracted it.), became worldwide everyone panicked. The population dropped from nine billion to only two billion. That was when the government told everyone that scientists found a new Earth-like planet and that they were building a fleet of rockets to move the population. The healthy population that is. And of course guess who that doesn't include, me. By the way, I'm Natalie and I am 17 years old. I have a little brother Ian, a mom Katherine, and a dad Richard, none of whom I have seen since I became infected eight months ago. So yeah, you could say that my life sucks pretty bad right now. I won't deny that, but at least I still have Netflix. Yeah, I know, that sounds really unbelievable and you probably think that I am crazy and delusional right now, but I'm being totally truthful. After all the things that have happened, somehow I still have freaking Netflix. Yet, it's awesome. I can just lay down on my hospital bed, yes there are enough hospitals built for everyone that has Triton's Curse to have their own hospital bed, and watch The X-Files and Doctor Who or maybe sometimes some Supernatural. The nurses however, keep nagging me about getting up and moving around, they seem to think that will be 'therapeutic for me'. I have a differing opinion, but I don't argue with them. I don't think they will be as willing to take care of my lazy butt if I do. So I walk 10 laps around my floor of the hospital. As much as I hate to admit it, I think they are right. However, I refuse to say that out loud. I miss my little brother Ian so bad, my mom and dad not so much, but Ian, I want to be healthy and have him with me. My parents had had the option to stay with me,but instead they turned down the offer because dad had gotten them tickets to Maperall, the Earth-like planet and of course they couldn't leave Ian in the reliable hands of the Nymphs, the healthy people who are trying to help the sick. So you can safely say that I despise my parents.
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Learning To Survive
Teen FictionNOT FINISHED!!! Just want to get some opinions before I continue. I also wrote this a while ago and have fixed almost nothing yet, so it might not be as good as I want it to be. This is also not meant to be a serious book, as you probably know since...