I don't like being stuck in the house. I know it was foolish. I couldn't help myself though. I went outside.
It started as just walking through the grass, the sun beating down on my face. But I saw other people. Biking, running, playing at the park, talking. Why shouldn't I?
I started jogging. My feet took me to Target. I bought a basket ball.
The park was filthy. I saw why we weren't supposed to go here. But that five year old doesn't care. So neither do I.
I shot a few hoops. Talked to my basket ball. Okay, I'll admit it. I was lonely. With not being able to see my friends, there was nothing to do. No more Ellen babbling on about prom and how close (not really it's still like 4 years away) it is. Though that was kinda annoying.
Once back home, my mother said "time to go to the doctor's!"
"For your test."
Test? not like somethings going on that every- oooohhhh. COVID-19. No, no, no! I don't need a test!
Back from the office, I felt kinda tired. Dunno why. Maybe the test?
*One Week Later*
I woke with my parents standing over me, looking sad.
"What!?" I asked. They told me and suddenly I had corona virus.
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