Entry Two

Dear Diary,

Luckily, today was not the end of me. I couldn't sleep last night, funnily enough, because I was thinking about you. As you know I've tried to keep a diary before – but last night I realised what the point was. A diary isn't about me talking about myself to myself. A diary is me talking to a friend about myself. I need a friend right now, to try and work out what to do with the kids, and what’s going on. Mom and dad are still MIA and from breakfast to noon this was my day – Thomas: Jenny where’s Mom and Dad – Casey: Jenny, Where's Mom and Dad – Thomas: Jenny, I'm Hungry – Casey: Jenny, charge the Ipad – Thomas: Jenny, can we go to park? – Casey: Jenny, can I watch Frozen etc. Frozen I was able to provide (this caused a full on Thomas spazattack while I hooked the TV to the generator) which ended with Olaf. Both kids are now singing Let It Go loud enough to drown out that noise I told you about yesterday. Dad locked us in when he left on his date (“A weekend of reconnecting,” Mom called it) but climbing up to the roof garden, the origin of the sound appears to be the Highschool. Maybe the PA system cranked up?
      Yeah, Mom and Dad locked us in. Told me not to leave the house no matter what until they got back. Which is why I haven't gone to the police yet. Or even to the mailbox. Sounds extreme? That's my family. Was me too once. Swiss Army Knife for my 4^th birthday, scope for my 10^th. Hunting, Fishing, Tracking, I'm a regular Cruesoe on the inside. Not so much since highschool I will admit, Track and Field yeah, but now it's more for the boys then against them, and I wouldn't be caught dead in khaki anymore. I think my pleated skirts make dad sadder then the destruction of the Amazon and peak oil combined.
      Oh yeah, which is why I said that everyone's dead, as in my social life. Even with the solar charger on my phone I can't access the 'Net. Landline's out too, and the power for two days now. I imagine a blizzard (hence the siren) knocked out the grid. It's pretty common where we live, but no power for two day, not so much. The kids are worried, Casey is a born conspirator so I think she is actually happy that way -- imagining that mom and dad have been kidnapped by aliens and ISIS behind the power outage. But its hard on Thomas. And me! If they aren't back my tomorrow morning I’m going to have to break out of this fortress and tell someone. And hopefully bring back something to eat that doesn't have carbs. Mom stocked the freezer and dad has ten years of baked beans (that he forced me to stack) so starvation is unlikely, but so is fitting into my uniform if I eat spagbol one more time. I can't believe mom out right refused to freeze any of my diet foods. It's like she doesn't understand that I have to be thin for the start of school next week! Dad might fear the end of the world, but he has no idea what real fear is. Like gaining a muffintop while stuck babysitting your kid brother and sister when you threw out all your regular pants for skinny jeans!

Anyway, Frozen has finished.

Update Soon.