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Day One, December 1, 2011,

Journal Entry: 3AM: The winds were howling and screaming. It was so violent it sounded as though a women was in pain. I fell back asleep, until I realized that my digital clock was not displaying anything, but I was too lazy to care. I lost track of time, but in the following moments, I heard a gigantic, piercing thud in the background. I attempted to piece together the story in my mind. A women was screaming, and the gunshot ended her pains. Finally I could rest.

5AM: My mother walked into the room, annoyingly so with her flashlight shined in my face.

“The power went out,” she says, “but I have a light, will you continue with your homework?”

Needless to say, I was extremely annoyed, and I figured that since the power was out, I would have a legitimate excuse to say to my teacher at school, “No, I’ll sleep in. It’s not due tomorrow.”

7AM: I was on the way to school, I had a healthy breakfast, which I later found out it was due to the fact that my gas system was not disrupted. We were driving down the route to school, and everywhere I witnessed the calamity the winds has brought: gigantic trees and tree limbs strewn the streets, people were milling about, power poles looks as if they were God’s toothpicks, carelessly tossed about the remnants of our city.

 9AM to 4PM: Passed uneventfully

4PM to 9PM: I foolishly decided to take a nap during this time, because I felt more than a little fatigued from the school week. I woke up at 9, finding my little area of the world dark and tasteless. At this moment my sister returned home, carrying deep fried objects that i did not recognize. Little did I know that was to be my dinner. As I sat down, I realized that the food was cold, and that I had to correct that. I took a few mini-candles from the kitchen shelf, and lit them, when a wonderful idea came to me: I can use candles to roast my dinner. I placed them on a plate, and stared dismally at the minute amount of light and heat they gave off. So I went out into my yard to forage for branches. I found a choice couple, and brought them in to burn. It did not light. Out of resources in the dark, I grabbed the nearest napkins are shoved them in the fire. Oh glorious light! I stabbed a piece of the food, and shoved it in the flames. Needless to say, I had a pitiful dinner that day. I dawdled around for another couple of hours.

1AM: I returned fitfully to sleep, hoping power would return to my home soon.