WhoLikesFashion

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Okay, I'm Mona Tarra. Mona for short. I may be the fake plasticy type on the outside but don't judge be like that. I'm more down to earth than you think. I'm a model, and live on the Montago shoreline, but spend most of my time in LA. I have a couple works of writing being edited and rewritten for publishing, as well as almost have completed my college courseload. I hate haters (ironic, right?) and gossip is pointless. Got it? all of you primary, middle, and highschoolers...you don't get it! Don't spend like talking behind eachother's backs!:) It's not worth it, and when it comes to real life (ie:college, jobs) no one cares-they don't care who you are! Unless youre a sorority snob or go to one of those party colleges...;) but if you have aproblem with someone, come to me? Darlings, I'm tired of seeing people waste their lives. Be who you are, BEAUTIFUL<3

Also. I don't know how to really work with witty:) so i apologize sincerely for the boring page:)

AND I am 23;) Take it from me, I know what I'm talking about sweeties:) 

I love being me! Don't hate! You can't change that!

I love being in the woods and camping to myself:) The sound of the buzzing beetles, the smell of flower blossoms:) It's where I write! And thankfully Montago has great reservations:) Come visit the city some time! You'll love it!

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January 23rd

Day Twenty-Two

 

It was spreading. The virus was knocking out the human population like wildfire to trees, and no one could stop it. At first, we had put our trust into the CDC, but they failed us. Then we turned to the government, but they only greeted us with empty hands and idealess minds. I know at least I've lost hope. The human race has drastically decreased. Only an estimated 5 billion people remained on the entire planet. But that number goes down every day. I'm expecting that pretty soon, I'll just be another number, another name on the dead list.

At just 16, I live unsupervised now. But I guess you could say I always have. Since 11, I had been in foster care. The system isn't ideal and I understood that even then, but the life I came into was a smack in the face-literally. The lady who fostered me, Ms. Constance, was a druggie. The only reason she even took me in was because of the cash benefits that supported her addictions. Most of the time I wouldn't see her until four in the morning, and that was when she was most violent. I knew from experience that I should avoid her at all costs. I would say that my life at home was probably the big reason I was pregnant at 13. Thank the good Lord that the virus didn't take my precious baby, Priscilla Raine. Even more miraculous, however, the virus did kill Constance. 

That morning-the start of the pandemic-when I woke up, Constance was gone. I took it as normal and let it be, but when she had been missing for a week, I knew something happened. Breaking a major house rule, I had turned on the TV. Constance always screamed that my enjoyment wasn't worth electricity bills. But that day I could have cared less. What I saw will always be scarred into my mind.

H9N9, a new virus has emerged into the human population. The Center for Disease Control believes it came to existence when bodies were excavated from a burial located in the area that you would find on the boundaries of ancient Babylonia. The bodies were believed to have been contaminated with a highly infections virus that directly attacks the nervous system, targeting the spinal cord and the brain.Virologists and historians alike can agree that this very outbreak could have wiped out the ancient populations from long ago. Get prepared!

That must have been the most depressing newscast of all time. I must admit, however, that I did smirk when I thought of Constance suffering in her crack house until she came to her passing. I never returned to school after that. In fact, I never went out at all. The one useful thing Constance ever did for me was leave behind a wonderful garden in the shabby greenhouse attached to the dilapidated ranch house. She had planted enough food to keep Priscilla Raine and I alive for at least a year, and left enough seeds to keep it going for as long as we needed it. 

My assumption is that the reason I've survived this long is because of my limited exposure to the outside world. It also helps a lot that the government is no longer taxing or checking up on the people, or frankly caring about any fifteen year olds raising a child alone amongst dying citizens. All the focus was on getting a vaccine. And although we were living off of raw vegetables, fruit, and potatoes, at least we were healthy.

"Sandal, Sandal, I hungry," Priscilla Raine whined, toddling from her bedroom. She called me Sandal because she couldn't pronounce my true name, Sandalwood. 

"It's okay, Raine. I'll cut up some potatoes and mix them with apples fresh off the tree," I smiled. Raine was the name she prefers to be called out of the two I gave her.

"I want water," Raine sobbed. I tucked a golden brown ringlet behind her sallow ear and sighed. 

"You know you can't have water. Apples have natural water," I smiled in a fake way, thinking of H9N9 possibly having contaminated the well water. Maybe it was about time that I robbed the grocery store of their bottled waters, like everyone else-before they ran out. Maybe they already have. I still don't know what the public looks like. We could be the last survivors on Earth, for all I know. 
 

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