INFECTED

Good Morning Class!

"Good morning class!" Mr. Richson said. Mr. Richson was also the music teacher. "Welcome to your Music class!" He looked around, and noticed that nobody in the room was as near as energetic as he was. "Listen, I know that it's Thursday and everyone's waiting for Friday and the weekend, but I'm gonna need some energy." Nobody did anything different.
    "Fine." He said. "If you guys are gonna act like that." He trailed off. "Pop Quiz. In music." He finished.
    "Oh my god." Liam said. "Kill me now!"
    I laughed at Liam. He always said that. Everybody in our class had their little catchphrases. I had made a list in my head.
    Yeah. Our class had issues. Or should I say 94% of the class. Anabelle and I were the only sane people in our class. School. State. Whatever it may be. But it's not like it really mattered, since we could get infected any minute and go Jeffrey Dahmer on these kids. And to be honest, a tiny part of me wanted to get the virus. I don't want to live if the virus spreads and becomes bigger. I don't want the fame and the documentaries. I want the most kills and things. I know I sound psycho. But only a little part of me, I swear.
Just as all of the thoughts in my head were gone and done with, Mr. Richson said, "I'm just kidding guys. Let's go outside."
Liam started screaming, along with the rest of the class in the room.
When we walked out of the room, I saw Liam and started walking slower to match his pace. "You are actually insane. Screaming like that." Liam looked back at me and he said, "No, that's not me. That's Mateo's job." I laughed at his corny joke, like always, and then started to look forward. I then realized that I haven't talked to Paris at all since lunch. I turned around and saw her walking alone and not in a group like everybody else in the class was. I started walking even slower for a minute, and then I was right next to her. "Hey." I said.