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y like corona, but it

mpty threa

just be a national threat, that might be

act

hing related to the supposed threat. But everyone's panicking. Not just here but it's global and world-wide and it

on't

churches or even at our town's mall. It's a moment of hysteria in Lakeville. . .cause

ng was different - I never naturally always listened to the voices and audio that came from the TV, but for some reasons, I had followed in on the news that morning and I didn't like one thing I heard. Everything just felt

ows what i

buds to water, even though the appetite was doing me no good at that moment. I tried to lose focus on the audio from the TV coming from behind me, somewhere in the li

omestic works while already in her work wear which consisted mostly of sparkling white lab coats without getting any stain on them. It was just one of the millions of things she could pull off that I could never survive. My moth

ering her that morning and it was only a matter

e?" Dane was demanding, his gaze

ious to Dane's demand, her pony jiggling with stressful aggressiveness. Dad watched her

the path gentle. "Is

lso intense before getting up to get some pancakes himself. His gold blonde curls, cropped atop his head b

Jefferson brought his sick Germ

of orange and nodded. "Yeah?

"-I don't know. I'm not sure. But something sure was wrong with that dog. Like a virus eati

er off, she walked swiftly across the room to settle down on

n. "What is

rgized to share her experience. "I asked Mr. Jefferson how long it had been that way then he told me he let the dog out the backyard and somehow it w

teeth as per his natural behavior.

im and tried to bite off his legs and could have if he wasn't putting on a thick leather boot at that time. He said the dog

d, his sarcastic look all gone.

hat was the best thing to d

stomach rumbled in panic and fear as flashes of the agonized cat one man had gunned down went through my head. I had seen Mr. Jefferson's dog a couple of times every morning when it went on a dog with its o

ed through my ch

house. Her beady black eyes was focused intently on me, until she slowly lowered it and blinked once again. A way I assumed was hers of telling me I love you. As I leaned under the table

y 7:

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. Have you decided who you want to go

Ok, but we need to talk today. I know I promised not to say

en before the game. I picked at my lunch, refusing to partake in their happiness and feeling a little bit into the worried zone. My friends chatters was just as loud as that on the cool kids table. They discussed similar subjects

cool kids table and then scrutinized them th

each and every of his movement. The other players on the team roared with laughter at his silliness, chiming in, pounding their fists on the table and stomping their feet. The cafeteria sup

t that my brother was one of the heads leading the rowdy behaviors. Dane encouraged his team mates behavior by whistling and cheer

a mean wit

before things turned sore and they never spoke to each other again. Shelly and Melissa could be refered to as twin sisters with the same sense of fashion, likes and disklikes but while Moore tried to take control of people's lives, Courtney always tried to set people's lives straight. Melissa Moore was an Arabian-African mix

gged me back to the discussion on our table, huge eyeballs

not have time for that now," I said, truthfully. "I have other t

helly and Tamara rolled their eyes. Quinn shook her head and twisted her mouth at an o

a strand of her big braids around her finger. "How d'

ame to my aid, scolded Mae and launched a long frenc

head again, lashes blink

rl but if you listened to or watched the news this morning, yo

nn looked like a runaway model, Mae looked the exact opposite. Mae Valentines had fat in everywhere possible. She had fat ass. Fat chest. Fat hips, and curves everywhere. Her mom and Quinn's mom were identical twins but wh

kin off her orange, and eyeing me skeptically. "Don't you guys think it's odd. Someone

ryone remained silent, bo

nd positive. "But now, we still have the changes and opportunity to

d in concerntration. Tamara was the least social of us all. She was Asian, her parents Hindu. Tamara had light brown skin that clashed very wildly with her chest nut straight hair. She was tiny and small. The

iasm long gone. "Who else thinks Li

ing her head slowly. "Have you seen the way he l

ate

eeps telling everyone on the football team that

t he ask me. I don't like the ide

ad hanging low as I indulged myself in staring at my flat shoes. I was supposed to meet with Shelly to discuss about the mysterious pet events happening in town even though it wasn't really any of our business a

late in the evening on every school day, so I'd gotten used to - on days I had nothing worthwhile doing - wandering around the house till my pare

sident, I suddenly didn't see the need to be running against my friend knowing she was going might or might not be loosing to me. I decided I was going to have to discuss the matter with her, w

uds rolled in and gathered, slightly obstructing the sun's light. I distractedly watched as the angry storm clouds rolled in speedily from the south. I took the short trail leading to

d start paying attention a

g towards me and I was pretty sure the person might be collateral damaged. I winced. My palm did come in contact with a body, but I didn't fall, instead my fingers curled over the firm walls of muscles, the

gne and coffee. He wore black khakis, a clean white t-shirt and sneakers, and my eyes slowly went past a clean shaven jaw,

. .walk a bit faster whe

puppets shashayed past me, with wicked smirks and grins on their barbie looking faces. They smelled of sweet perfumes and bubble gums that nauseated me badly. I chewed on my

awaiting me. I cursed bitterly and stomped my f

t my attention and put a stop