Virus: 3028

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This is chapter one to the first story I'll be publishing here on wattpad.

To be honest I think I am pretty good at english, but remember I am not a native english speaker so I might have some grammar-spelling errors. I check everything before I publish it, but still. Thank you for ignoring them and supporting me with that, it's sometimes hard to write a whole story in a foreign language.

WARNING:

This story contains mature content, including explicit language. Read at your own risk.

I also recomend this story to be read only by people 13 and up.

The Virus: 3028 Official Trailer is now available on youtube and it has also the same warnings.

The Virus series will have three parts, and they will be:

First book: "Virus: 3028"

Second: Virus: I don't have the name yet

Third: Virus: I don't have the name yet

Thank you for reading and I hope you really like this story. Vote and comment!

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When I wake up it's only because I don't want to be late to the Exam. I take a long time to sit down on bed and finally stand up and walk to my closet. When I get there I'm still half asleep even though the floor is so cold and I'm not wearing any shoes. I put on my school uniform but I take a while because I go and check on my phone to see if I don't have any good luck messages from my family. It's just 7 in the morning and I already have 2: one is from Uncle Si and the other one is from Albert, my cousin. I decide not to answer them until I'm back from the Exam.

Yes, I know I should feel nervous. The truth is, I'm only feeling a bit of curiosity. Curiosity about what am I going to do for the rest of my life. Am I going to be a... lawyer? Fashion designer, like Isabelle's mother?

Isabelle is one of my best friends, and I don't think having a fashion designer as a mother has its perks. I mean, really. All Isabelle seems to know is how to talk about clothes, boys our age and fashion.

I finish putting on my uniform and I walk over to the bathroom where I have all my makeup and hair accessories. I comb my long dark hair and I take my time. I finally put on some mascara and I feel proud when I notice it looks good with my light-blue eyes; it makes them look as if they were beautifully grey.

I go downstairs and find out I'm almost late. I run over to my parents' bedroom and say goodbye. My mother wishes me very good luck and kisses my forehead. My dad is still half asleep so he just waves at me as I leave their bedroom. He looks drunk.

When I get to school everybody seems to be so nervous about the Exam. I find this girl, Carrie, (my best friend) biting her fingernails even though she has no nails left. I sit down next to her and tell her to stop. Isabelle sits with us minutes later and starts talking nonsenses about how she would love to be a fashion designer like her mother and how her father took her to the mall the other day and bought her a new pastel dress and an incredibly pretty purple t-shirt, which apparently looks perfect on her.

"I mean, it would be perfectly okay if the president said I will be something else rather than fashion designer, but I wouldn't be so happy about it" she says with the biggest smile I've ever seen on her.

"Um, Isabelle?" Carrie asks "Why would you say it would be perfectly okay when you would totally cry your eyes out if she said you are not going to be a fashion designer?"