INFECTED

Rise and Shine

Dear Diary,
I never understood why the guy wanted to start the virus in the first place. I guess he just decided he wanted people to die and for there to be more murderers in the world. But he had to have a reason. Before he got shot did they ever question him? The police must've asked for his motives. He had to give an answer, they always do.
            Jackson  Hindermyer, July 16th, 2017.

   

    Dear Diary,
        I did more research about the guy, and turns out he did this stuff all of the time. But this is the first time that his plans didn't work. 100%, at least. After digging through unnecessary articles and youtube videos, I found out the guy who let out the virus was named Samuel Bobby Trennor. He was twenty four when he let out the virus. He's dead now though. The police killed him on the spot. Too bad the police didn't get there sooner. If they had, nobody would've died.
    He didn't actually kill as many people as I thought he did though. I thought he killed liked 75% of the school, but turns out he only killed like twenty something people. Including teachers. It was sad, what happened. But people died, cried, and survived.
    But some people went crazy.
               Jackson Hindermyer, July 18th, 2017.

   

I looked at my alarm clock, trying my best to ignore the loud annoying ringing that just woke me from my deep sleep. The clock read 6:39. I groaned as I rubbed my eyes, and blinked as my vision got clearer. I reached and silenced the alarm clock. I just sat there in my bed for a moment, debating about faking sick to get out of school. Me, a 14 year old, asked myself that all of the time. It's not like I had to be at school, anyways. I already knew everything without even having to pay attention. I get straight A's even though I put forth almost no effort whatsoever. Except for my History class. I kinda like that, or whatever. We have papers due and tests to study for all of the time. I love writing the papers, even though I never study for the tests. But I get A's regardless. All the teachers love me. I somehow manage to be a teacher's pet and the cool kid at the same time.
    As much as I don't like labels, I know that deep down I'm the most popular of teacher's pets. I can't really deny it, because everybody knows and accepts it. Which is kind of cool that there are no bullies at my school to judge me or anyone. Nobody to graffiti the bathroom stalls. Nobody to start fights. Mester Middle School was a great place to be.
    With all of this thought rushing through my head in less than a minute of thinking, I decided it would be okay and the day would be over soon enough.
    I quickly got ready, by getting in my uniform, setting my belt one hole tighter than it needs to be, and making my tie tight enough to choke me. It gives me something to complain about later to my friends Liam and Anabelle. Complaining is actually a great conversation starter.
    I then started to head for the bathroom, when my Sister popped out from her room, her blonde hair seeming basic with her makeup and eyeshadow full of color.

"Did you know there is some kind of virus going around that makes people go crazy?" She said out of nowhere.
    "Yeah." I responded. "I heard some kids talking about it yesterday at lunch, but I didn't find it that interesting. Doesn't it make you kill people or something though?"
    There was a pause for a second, since she was looking at her phone. I waited a minute, before saying, "Hello?"
    She looked up from her phone, and gave me a look that told me that she was mad. "Gimme a minute, like the fuck?" She went back into her room.
    "Someone missed nap time." I said quietly to myself after she walked away into her mess of a room.