Dai is cold, he’s quiet. And gentle. Is what my mother would say, over and over when I wouldn’t tell her what was troubling me. I didn’t want to tell her, why would I? She’s not my real mom. I’m Asian. The government said they’d gotten rid of the disease. But it came back. I’m scared. But I will not show it. I try to have personality, I’m popular and have friends. Though no one understands. Anyways, I think I’m getting ahead of myself. I’m only 13 after all. dark brown hair, black eyes.