The world as we know it is changing... Something is turning against us, making people turn into dead, white corpses. What is it? No one knows. The good news is that there are survivors. The bad news is that they lost too much. Those survivors are my friends and myself. My name is Mary.

I was joking about this in seventh grade. My teacher told me a pandemic happens every one hundred years. It was 2015 when he mentioned this to me.

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I am racing through the hallways. I should take my time, but I couldn't be late. This was the last day of school. I have to take this final test. Then I could leave and never look back. Maybe I would miss my friends after a few weeks, but I am looking forward to the freedom of summer.

Plus, some kids at school have changed recently, so maybe summer will shield me from their oncoming blows.

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Summer is starting. I hate summer now. I have to go back and forth to my Dad's house. Don't get me wrong I love my Mom and Dad, but it's hard leaving the other parent for a week.

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The school year has begun. I'm in highschool now. Nothing is a challenge yet.

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It's a new year 2018. A thought pushes into my mind. My science teacher from last year told us, "Every hundred years there is a pandemic." The last pandemic was in 1918. That means a hundred years from then would be...... 2018! I laughed. He only says that to scare us. I lock the thought in the back of my mind where my fears could not reach.