It was the middle of summer and my parents decided to go to Africa. A week later, while we were still there, we turned on the news.
“An outbreak of plague is in Africa, please evacuate immediately.”
The words filled the room. I dashed to my room and started packing up. Within half an hour we were already driving to the closest airport. When we got there, we stopped our car in a parking spot. We went through security and on to a plane. We were waiting and waiting when it just wouldn’t take off.
” We can not take off because there is someone with the plague on board.”
I heard the people behind me start vomiting continuously.