A Coronavirus’s Point of View: A Creative Journal
By Brayden Yin
Today I went from my host, a bat named Bob, to a hooman creature. The hooman NEVER washed his hands. Doing so would make me go down the drain. One day, I saw a red liquid. I went into it and found a red cell. I bonked it on the head and convinced it to make more of ME. Mwahahahaha! That was when the hooman heard me and flicked me onto a kid. The kid went to… what do you call it… scool. I learned counting up to 20 and the ABCs. I got onto another kid, and he went home and spread me to his dad.
Today I went on an AIRPLANE. I ended up in Lous Angeles or whatever it’s called. I jumped from hooman to hooman and sometimes I got into the… erm… boodsteam. There was one hooman that I really liked. He refused to wash his hands. I kept a low profile on him for a while.
I think it’s March. I made scool close though. I will keep infecting hoomans. I won’t write diary entries for a long time. I will infect LOADS of people. Namely in the US because the president said: “And we’re prepared, and we’re doing a great job with it. And it will go away. Just stay calm. It will go away.” The part where he said that they are doing well was not true. I forgot to infect people one day. That is why the infection rate was slow.
OH YEAH! 429 THOUSAND confirmed cases of ME! Well, in the US. I wanna give important people some of my clones! In June, I infected Auston Matthews, a hockey player on the Toronto Maple Leafs. I learned gooder grammar from a teacher at a college, and now I wanna infect… eh, never mind. I’ll just shrivel up and die. I think people are getting annoyed by me.