I was told to get my vaccination . . . my indoctrination . . . my redeeming cure.
I was told it was the only way—the only way to be 100% sure that I would never be diagnosed as
Type C.
A brief history on the condition, the disease, the dread:
It’s within every human, it’s inside every head.
Every feeling, every thought, every atom of your heart . . . you’re infected through and through, every single part.
Type A is what you’re born with and it’s nothing serious; however, by the time you reach middle school, it should be gone forever.
Type B is when the vaccination fails; you’re a bit of a problem now.
But there’s still a chance to get rid of it . . . the question remains, how?
And then there’s the last one, called
Type C,
Known as