Dear Diary,

Thunder struck the telephone pole this morning when Angela was putting a video into the old VHS. It electrocuted her. She’s dead. We all stood in absolute silence for a few minutes before Emma started ordering like she always does, not that it’s bad. Without her we might have just stared at Angela’s lifeless body forever. Jonny, James and Drew are in the garden now digging a grave for her. I never thought it would touch us. I’m scared for the boys even now.

-Jess

ENTRY TWO
Holy shit! Shit, shit, shit, it got James. James is dead. I can’t beleive it. We knew each other since nursery. I haven’t left my room or eaten or spoken to anyone since and not until I wrote it to you.
It really is real.
James never did a thing wrong. God must have got the wrong person. James was special and lovely and always doing things for me. He was my best friend.
I’ll spend the rest of the night in prayer for his soul, because this has converted all of us, I think.

-Jess