Dear Journal, September 1st,2275
My name is Jill Mackeroy I am nine years old-almost ten-and I live in vault 101 with my parents. See, I normaly don't really do stuff like keeping a journal but this morning my mother handed me this old notebook and told me it might be worth a try, and I figured, heck, it couldn't hurt, so here I am, sitting on my bed, writing about my life here in good ol' vault 101.
Here in the vault they baisicly train us by putting us through school then set us up with some dead end job that we do utill we retire or die, and no matter what there is no leaving the vault-ever, and I mean ever, we're trapped like rats down here, and I wanna see whats left of the world.
There really are only a few things in this entire vault that make me happy and that is spending time with my three best friends, Johnny, Kyle, and Mike. They're all really great guys and I grew up with them so we're pretty tight,we do everything together.
Scince this is just my introductory entery I don't really have any news to write about today, except for the fact that my birthday is coming up on the fourth-wait, I hope this isn't my birthday present from my mom, oh god, Mom!
Dear Journal, September 4th,2275
Well, my birthday party was actally a whole lot of fun this year. I got my pipboy and learned that I have to start doing work around the vault now, it's okay I guess, I mean its not too bad, and I'm working with Kyle aswell so it won't be as boring.
I figure today's gonna be a short entery because I need to go down to the lower level with Kyle and help move some stuff around, ya know boxes, desks, bookshelfs, and all of that sort of stuff, and the only real interesting thing I can think of is Mike's birthday on the thirtieth and Johnny's on November seventh, but other then that there's really nothing else going on, so I guess I'll write again soon.
Dear Journal, December 31st,2275
It's New Years Eve tonight, finally! And we're all in the diner waiting for midnight to strike so we can make alot of noise, have some drinks, then go to bed half-wasted and wake up in the morning with a gigantic hangover with nothing to do about it but lye on the couch and take it-yup it's a great night for everyone, New Years Eve.
Well, I gotta go back to the others now before they start something with any of the older kids, especially Butch-Ugh! But there is one thing I'm wondering is what our parents are talking about to James, the doctor, it seems interesting, guess I'll never know.
Dear Journal, February 21st,2276
I don't think I'm ever going to write in this journal again because, well, my mom just told me this morning that we're leaving the vault tomorrow! From what my mother said I know that for the past while they've been taking with James and with all the chaos thats going on they decided that it was time for us to leave the vault, and I don't blame them for the decision, it's starting to change down here and it's making me uneasy. So James told Kyle's, Johnny's, Mike's, and my own parents that he can get us through the seal and out into the wasteland tomorrow! I don't what we're gonna do tomorrow but I hope I get to use my gun, and I hope nothing too bad is waiting for us out there!