30 years ago, before I was born, a virus called COVID-19 spread like wildfire throughout the globe. They tried to fix it, to find a cure- but that didn’t happen. Slowly, over the years their were less and less adults until- poof- they were gone.

That’s why all of the kids on Earth are now contained in facilities all over to prevent us from getting the virus. At least, that’s what the androids told us.

This morning in the mess hall, I overheard a group of older kids talking about taking over our facility so that they couldn’t control us anymore. I stood up to confront them.

“What’s this about overrunning the facility? Did they ever do something wrong to you?”

They looked over at me in disgust and responded,”Yes, in fact, they have. What’s your deal, kid?”

“What’s my deal? My deal is that you’re trying to conquer my home. Our home. So the real question is, what’s 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 deal?“

We had a stare down for a few seconds and then they all burst out laughing. The boy from before wheezed out between laughs,”You really are nosy, aren’t you Rane? How ‘bout this- we show you what’s wrong tonight, and then you leave us alone. Okay?”

I mulled his offer over in my head. Agreeing might get me in trouble, but what if they’re being serious? Whatever, all I’ll get is probably just a slap on the wrist.

“Fine. You win. Where and when?”