A Day with a Disease By: Ayla Verno

Dear Diary, Day 1

Hello. My name is Trix and welcome to my death diary. Just joking...not really. Have you ever

seen the movie, “The Purge?” Well, that is my life now. Today, there was a world-wide broadcast

announcing the 21st century death disease. Everyone started to panic and run to the closest grocery store

and hardware store, but we saw it coming. Where I live, in Destin, Florida, we have one of the most

advanced Lab’s which, as we speak, is working on the Flu, Cancer, Covid, you name it. My dad is one of

the head scientists and heard about the death disease about 3 months ago. So us Floridians were already

prepared. But that does not stop the disease from coming. I was always skeptical of getting a chip in my

brain, but back then, it was the cool thing. All my friends would play games and project movies in class

while I was just ordinary. Now, it can be the death of me. This disease attacks your brain making

everything blur together until you cannot take it any longer. Within a day your entire world will blur

together making you trapped in one big white room. There is not a cure yet, but-

1st period bell rings.

In Florida, it was the most peaceful state. Everywhere else people were scared. Running to

stores, locking themselves in houses, spraying everything down. Nobody has seen anything like this.

With it being the end of the 21st century, you would think we would have it under control with the

government and enforcing vaccinations and chips into our brain. Who would have known that it could

lead to the extinction of humanity?

 “Trix! Over here,” waved one of my best friends. It’s Lee, waiting to walk to 2nd period. I rush on

over, finally being able to spill all the gossip I have heard about the disease.

"Hey! Did you hear about the-”

“The disease?” She cuts me off, “Yes! My mom is freaking out and she is going to pick me up

soon. I heard that it is a lot worse than people think. My grandma got infected; we’re going to see her

after school.”

“Oh my gosh, really? I thought that only people with chips could get infected,” I said questioning

her. Here in Florida, we banned the idea of getting chips sent into our brain after a terrible car

wreckage. On the Mid-way bridge, everyone’s eyesight went completely black, that was the start of the

death disease. By the time they banned the chips, almost everyone had them. Some people didn’t

because they feared the worst, and they were right.

“Yeah. They did a head computed tomography on her brain and found a broken chip in there.

She claimed that she never got one injected, but the x-ray says otherwise.”

*ATTENTION! ATTENTION! * The intercoms make an ungrateful entry, blaring in everyone's ears.

*ALL STUDENTS, SCHOOL IS CANCELED. PLEASE CONTACT YOUR PARENTS TO GET HOME IMMEDIETLY! *
 Oh great. I could see the fright in everyone’s eyes. Some of joy that there’s no school, some of

rage that they’ve been lied to about the disease, but most, worried. I quickly grabbed my phone and

dialed my parents when everything blurred for a second. It was all distorted and unexpected. Have I

gotten the disease? No, I couldn’t have. Do I have a chip? No, why would I.

“Do you need a ride home,” Lee asked. We carpool almost every day. Assuming my dad is

working on a cure and my mom is at volleyball with my sister, I went with Lee.

“Yes, thank you,” I say. When I got into her car, it was squeaky clean like she went through a car

wash but for the inside. Bags of groceries filled up the trunk and back seats, they all fitted like a puzzle.

Her mom was on a phone call and looked scared. Without question, I sat down, and we started zooming.

I thought for sure we were going to get a ticket. By the time I got back home... was my mom home? I

walked through the front door and almost tripped with the number of groceries on the floor. What is

happening?

“Trix,” my mom exclaims before hitting me with a million different questions. “Why home so

soon? Who brought you home? Are you skipping school? Do you have the disease? Did you step on the

food?”

Before I could reply, my eyesight went out again. All the bags blurred together; it was like an

eternity of me falling.
 “Trix watch out!” My sister runs over, catching my fall.

“Woah.” A bit shocked about what just happened. Did I get the disease? I couldn’t tell my

parents. Knowing my mom, she would lock me in my room and drown me in chemicals till I was better.

Now my dad would be up in the lab for hours until he could find a cure.

“Sweetie, are you ok?” My mom runs over, putting her hand on my forehead to try and feel a

fever, “how come your home so early?”

“After 1st period, they made an announcement for everyone to go home.” I say, ignoring the fact

that everyone was panicked and scared. “Lee brought me back. How come your home, and all the

groceries?” I asked while still seeing stars.

“It a lot worse than we all thought,” said my mom, dreading to realize it. “Over at the lab,

nothing is working on getting rid of the disease. It’s contagious and unable to find a cure. More and

more people are getting infected and not...” she pauses, not wanting us to freak out, too late for that.

“And I made some pancakes! Would you like some?” she exclaims, trying to change the subject.

“No thanks, I’m just gonna rest.” It was still early in the morning, so I decided to go back to

sleep. Little did I know when I woke up, all I would see was endless walls of white.
 Chapter 2

Dear Diary, Day 2