By Sam Thomas ’21
I was sitting in my bed when I got an email from Mr. Alexander saying, “Got to Quarantine.” I packed my belongings slowly dreading every moment. It was my final day on my hall. How could this happen. I was on the verge of tears when I stepped into Dowd house. My eyes dried up and a smile spread onto my face. There was a fridge full of food just for me. I had a console to play video games on, and I didn’t have to wait in line for food. I should have gotten Covid sooner.
It’s sad being all alone. How am I supposed to focus over zoom. They set me up for failure, so I’m just gonna play video games during class. You know what’s worse. I finished all my homework and tried to play Xbox during study hall. Then, I heard a ghost yell at me through the window that it was a study hall. It’s voice was so scary that I ran away. The next night I went to play again, and I heard a knock on the window. I bolted out of the room and hid under my blankets for an hour scared the ghost was going to come for me. It’s not worth it. The food, the games, and the two flat screen T.V.’s aren’t worth being haunted. I don’t want to be haunted by the ghost of quarantine.