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#2- Just Coast With Me

January 17th, 2015

Nothing, no lights. The only news is that it's 86 degrees in the middle of January and everyone's in jeans and T-shirts. Earth should've stayed on track. Or, at least, humans should've somehow shrunk the meteor.

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January 20th, 2015

The electricity came on for an hour today. Mom and I did laundry since we can't do it otherwise. Luckily, because of the heat, we don't NEED the dryer; we can just hang everything outside. Dad and Gramps hung a clothes line for us, and Gran is knitting scarves and mittens for everyone despite the heat.

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January 22nd, 2015

Earthquakes. Tsunamis. Hurricanes. Everything is offset. Earth's tilt is off, meaning that we're going to have winter in June and summer in December, and everything else in-between. Mom and Dad sat all of us kids down for a talk.

"Listen, we know everything had changed." Mom started.

"Uh, yeah, ya think?" Emma said bitterly.

"BUT," Dad pressed on. "We're going to need to adapt to the new changes. Everything has been canceled and put off until further notice; at least, that's what the radio said. So, that means no work or school. Since we won't be able to just go out and buy anything whenever we need it, we're going to need to cut back." Mom stopped him by rubbing his knee.

"I hate saying this, but we're going to need to ask everyone to eat one less meal a day, we know that we could die any day now, but until then we need to live. Okay? We love you all, and we want you to live long and healthy lives, and get married and have kids and watch them grow up and graduate." Her voice cracked.

"But, we know it won't happen, right? Is that what you were going to say?" I cut in abruptly. "Well, come on! Just say it already! No need to sugar coat. We're all smart enough to know that we're just going to hurdle into the sun and burn to death, right?! Well, don't go silent now! You know I'm right, you know I know what you were going to say." I shouted at them, speaking my mind for the first time in my life.

"Danielle! PLEASE, don't speak to your parents that way!" Gramps shouted at me softly.

"Fine. I won't speak to them at all." I replied then walked out.

I don't even know where it came from, but I YELLED at my parents for the first time in a long time. And I can tell I hurt them. MY actions HURT them. Why must I be so annoying and oblivious to others feelings? Am I just so stupid and different from them that I'm just a complete malicious child?!

No, correction, I'm just a giant burden.

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January 24th, 2015

Dad and I got into it again today. He told me that I should do something other than stay holed up in my room all day writing or sleeping. Ergo, leading to a yelling match.

"Okay, Dad! Let me just go to school, or maybe I'll go apply for job, because we all know how well that's going!" I replied with false joy. "Oh wait! I CAN'T! Want to know why?" I paused for less than a millisecond. "The world is ending!"

"Danielle! You know very well what I meant! You shouldn't be in your room alone, you should be helping your mother clean, or at the very least spending time with the family because who the hell knows how long we have left!" He roared back at me.

I burned holes into him through unshed tears, "That's not the way to encourage things in times like these." I walked away, or tried. Gran pulled me into her and Gramps room.