December 14th, 2012
Dear Diary,
I am so grateful for your existence. It’s things like you that keep my sanity in times like these. I doubt that we’ll last until the fallout wears off. I don’t think we’ll have enough food to last that long. I guess, in that case, I should tell you what happened so the whole world will know. We were driving in the car, me and my mom, on our way to the beaches. It was around the tenth of December, and it was really hot. I guess we have good old greenhouse effect to thank for that. My mom and I have been traveling a lot since dad passed. And I’m “homeschooled,” so I can go with her anytime of the year. We were passing through New Jersey on our way to the coasts when I complained of hunger. It was a while before we finally found somewhere I was interested in. It was a retro 50’s diner, called “Nostalgic Luncheon.” It was this odd looking tin-thing, like a can had been tipped over, stepped on, and carved. It looked good enough so we headed in.