Quarantined to Blow Your Mind

1.) Another One Gone

"The latest reports suggest another thousand deaths as the rate of those infected increases in every country around the world. Stay safe, everyone. Please abide by the precautions mandated by your government. Do not go outside. Don't associate with anyone aside from those who reside inside your own home. This Quarantine will save you. It's the only way"

"Uggghhhh. Bite me."

"That's another dollar. Keep it up and I'll be able to take a vacation alone once this mess is all settled over," My mother thinks she's funny.

She hands me the "Don't be a prick" jar filled with coins and single dollar bills. It's basically overflowing and at this rate, she better be putting it away for me. Not that I plan on going to college, but I wouldn't mind a new pair of wheels. Especially considering my hunk of junk car can't even pass 40 on the highway.

"Whatever. I'm going to my room," I sigh, completely miserable as I stomp out of the living room, flicking my little brother on the head on my way out.

"Hey!," He squawks. "Mom! She owes another dollar!," screams the little brat.

"Mary, get back here and say you're sorry," is the last thing I hear before closing my bedroom door and shutting them all out.

I look around my room as if I expect something new and interesting to appear. NOPE. Just my regular ol' room, for regular ol' me. I sit on my bed, staring out of the window across from me. There is no sound of children playing. There aren't any adults out managing their lawns, though it is now the beginning of spring. Everything is all so drab, I can hardly stand it!

My laptop is open on my little corner desk. It's not a desk, really. Just a makeshift set of small drawers with a thick wooden board laid across the top. We aren't made of money-- Or whatever the hell excuse my mother gave.

I flick on the computer screen, scrolling through movie choices and tv shows, all of which I've already seen. It really isn't fair. The only thing I've been using for my laptop is to keep up with schoolwork. Yes, my god, they're still making us take part in school work. Even now, at the end of the world!

Most of my friends have started spreading their boredom across the internet. They literally post everything they do all day. I mean, duh-- we're all mostly doing the same exact thing, anyway! What makes them think they're homemade dinner or rhythmless tiktoks are anything interesting.

Yes. I complain ALOT. No, that wont change anytime soon.

A skype call notification starts to ding from the pop up at the corner of my screen. My best friend and I have made plans to start our own youtube video, but we need to figure out exactly what we'll be doing.

I click the accept button and wait for my crumby wifi to kick in, because all I see is a frozen Layla and her screeching voice.

"Mary! I've got the perfect idea!"

The internet finally cooperates and I'm able to see her smiling face more clearly. She's a hyper little thing, always shooting sunshine out of her a--

"Can you hear me? You're frozen! Ugh, I swear I hate this computer. It never does what I want it to-- Oh, you friggen jerk!"

I try to stay completely still, my mouth slightly parted and my eyes half-open, but I start to snicker to myself, no longer able to keep up pretending to be a frozen image.

"Haha, I'm sorry. I couldn't resist! So, what's your idea?"

After getting off of the video call with Layla, I have to say her idea wasn't as cool as I thought it'd be. She wants to start a channel reacting to music we've never listened to before. I don't know what she means by that besides the fact that her own music taste isn't really up to par. I mean, I am very conceited about my music choices, let's just say, I don't agree with a lot of modern "music."