By Maddy, Age 13
When everything shut down, my life halted. All my activities were done and my social life was pretty much over since I didn’t have a phone when Covid first hit. My dad worked at a hospital and was constantly being exposed to the virus plaguing the world, so in order to give him the isolation the mandates required, my little sister moved into my room due to the new sleeping arrangements. She slept on my trundle for the first couple months of quarantine. Thankfully, my friends started reaching out. They’d call my house on the landline and we’d spend hours chatting on the phone. I made my official hideout under my bed where the trundle had been pulled out from. I lay on my stomach under there with my chromebook open as my friend and I wrote together. All of us being nerds, we wrote fantasy stories of valiant quests with high stakes, fan-fictions about our favorite characters, and we started to experiment with playwriting.
This creativity we’d shared, this love for fantastic stories being told, and of course the technology we’d been given, gave us a way to stick together in the well of chaos in the world.