I was playing hooky today, so I decided to write this.

Sorry for any errors.

May 20

Harper hasn't showed up yet. Not that I'd expect much. She's probably staying somewhere with Zeke. Either that or the other plausible reason I'd rather not think about.

The electricity came back around 3 this morning. I wouldn't of noticed if all the banging hadn't woken me up. I had heard a really loud ruckus (as Justin would say) coming from downstairs, so I went to investigate.

I got up from my bed and started to walk down the winding stairs and out to the sub station. I had grabbed the keys on my way down, and as I entered, I noticed somebody was trying to break the glass window with his hand. My first thought was to go up and get my wand until I realized that we had no powers. My second was sleeping upstairs.

I grabbed the keys in my hand and turned on all of the lights.

"Please!" the intruder screamed from outside. "You have to give up some of your food! You have a whole shop that you can plainly share!" He continued to pound on the window with more force.

I crossed my arms and yelled back towards the window, "Get your own damn food! This isn't a charity! It's not Subway!" I then added, "You're never getting in!" It seemed kind of silly yelling through the window, but I was definitely not going outside.

The man chucked what seemed like an egg at the window.

Suddenly, I noticed a few more people crowd behind him. They also began to bang on the window.

A woman yelled, "You can't do this to us! Some of us have families to feed while your stocked up with meats and bread!"

"It's three in the freaking morning! Leave! It's not my problem you can't support your own family!" I realized how harsh that was. I then realized how bad people were off; how scared they were. How eager they were to get a few slices of salami or bologna.

A loud crash echoed from the opposite side of the store. Someone had broken through the glass.

I cried, "Justin! Help!"

It seemed like a stupid thing to do, but I ran toward where the sound was. I grabbed a chair and chucked it at the first person I saw. I missed.

My eyes widened as I noticed there were a lot more people than I guessed. I couldn't handle this on my own.

"Justin!" I screamed again. A few people began to crowd around me.

I screamed as I felt someone grab my waist. I turned around and screamed, "Get off me!" until I realized it was Justin.

He pulled me back and stated huskily, "Stay back." He then raced towards the crowd of intruders.

Instead of standing there, I grabbed a few extra chairs and threw them at random people. Once I ran out of chairs, I ran towards the phone in the kitchen.

I grabbed the phone and placed it to my ear. There was a dial tone, and I dialed 911 and waited.

"We're sorry; the number you have called is not in service. Please try again later."

"Argh!" I threw the phone down to the floor in rage. It bounced back up since it had the spiral cord connected to it.

I ran back out to help Justin when I noticed surprisingly he was leaning against a table alone and breathing heavily.

I whispered, "Justin?" I walked closer and grabbed his arm. "Are you okay?" His arm seemed tense, but maybe it was just me.

I raced to the kitchen and ran some water into a cup stored in there. I came back and handed it to him. "Here, drink some water."

He looked up at me and grabbed the water. He stated, "Yeah. Just a little... overwhelmed, that's it. Thanks." He took a sip.

I nervously laughed. "Maybe we should go back to bed. It's still 3 in the morning you know. You're lucky I even got up." Speaking of the word sleep, I automatically yawned.

He relaxed a bit and said, "Yeah. I guess. I have to do something about this window, though. Anybody can come in here now."

I offered, "Want me to help? I mean, I'm already up. It wouldn't hurt to stay up a little longer."

His eyes seemed to glossen a bit. "If you want to. I'm just gonna do it the amateur way and duct tape it until tomorrow. I'm pretty tired myself and wouldn't mind going back to sleep."

I agreed and we taped it up.

The quote "Silence is golden, but duct tape is silver" was stuck in my mind randomly the whole time.

Once we were done, I placed my hands on my hips and apologized, "I'm sorry for making you come down here. I probably just urged them on and made them break the window."

He looked at me with a puzzled expression and said, "What are you talking about, Alex? Don't apologize; if they had enough determination, they would broken it either way without you taunting them or not." He paused and then asked, "And since when are you apologizing?"

I rolled my eyes. "Haven't you noticed I've been doing it more often? Not that I necessarily enjoy it, but... I don't know, it's easier to say you're sorry than to not say it I guess."

He look up at me strangely; like he never had before and just nodded.

I blushed as we started to walk up the stairs back up to the apartment.

I added, "Don't count on me saying it a lot though."

He chuckled. "Believe me, I won't."

We walked up to our rooms and said our awkward goodnights/goodmornings.

I fell onto my bed and stared blankly at my unset, alarm clock illuminating the rest of the room. We were wasting our precious electricty by sleeping.

I layed there listlessly for a half hour until I heard a door being creaked open from down the hall. I waited for a few more minutes until I heard the coffee grinder go off downstairs.

Max doesn't drink coffee, so it had to be Justin.

I then layed on my bed wondering if Justin had been going to sleep at all these last two days.

I didn't fall asleep.

May 20

Max was watching the president talk about the same things. The tsunamis and floods. The moon out of its orbit. The untold number of deceased. He talked about the national day of mourning on Monday and that we should pray a lot. He said that we should expect a lot worse coming and that we should prepare the best we could. He stated how every offshore oil refinery was gone and that all of the oil tankers had been lost at sea. I had no idea what that meant. Then the governor came on.

I was staring at the T.V. with him when the phone rang for the first time in two days. I grabbed it off the counter and pressed talk.

"Hello?" My voice was frantic.

"Alex?" someone screamed.

Max looked up from the T.V.

I smiled wider than I ever could before. "Harper?"

He looked away.

"Alex, it's you! Oh my gosh, I've been so worried! How are you? How's Justin? How's Max? You're mom and dad?"

Justin walked in the room and noticed I was talking to someone.

"Who is it?" he asked excitedly.

I mouthed Harper.

He nodded and sat down next Max.

I laughed excitedly. "Harper, nothing's good right now, but I'm so much happier that you called! Okay, Justin's fine, Max's good, and... We don't know where mom and dad are. But I'm sure they're fine," I lied. There seemed to be a lump in the back of throat as I said that. I continued, "But how are you? When are you coming back home? Is Zeke alright?"

"Alex, I'm sure they're alright." She paused and then stated, "We're fine! We're at Zeke's house right now. I'm gonna try to come home as soon as possible."

My mouth dropped. "You're in New York? Why haven't you come home? Harper, I -"

The connection cut out.

I tried calling Zeke's number through the address book on the counter, but there was no dial tone.

I don't know why, but that just made me seem like there was no one else in the world to talk to. I began cry.

The lights and T.V. began to flicker and shut off.

May 21

The electricty came back on. I tried calling again, but there was still no dial tone.

Max, Justin, and I ate a couple of Meet me Turkey's the whole day. Justin only ate half and gave the rest to Max. I thought it was strange but decided to blow it off.

I'll feel better when Harper comes home.

May 22

We were eating a Meet Me in Little Italy when Max asked if we could go to McDonalds or something.

The elctricity has been off, so we've had to finish everything off in the fridge and freezer upstairs and downstairs.

I don't think he gets the concept of the roads being flooded.

I looked at Justin.

He looked at Max with sympathy.

"Max," I started, "The whole state of New York's flooded."

He frowned. "It's not flooded over here."

"Well, it's flooded everywhere else," I stated.

He rolled his eyes. "Right." He looked away and stated, "God, you guys can be so paranoid about everything."

I dropped my mouth.

Justin sighed, "Max-"

"We're trying to protect you, Max!"

He pushed himself off of the table. "Well, maybe I don't want to be protected!" He left the table and slammed the door to his room.

I glared in my sandwhich.

Justin sighed again. "Alex, he's just frusterated. We all are."

"Well, he needs to get unfrusterated!" I replied snarkily.

Yeah... I'm following the first book with this story, but that one takes place in Pennsylvania so the plot's a bit changed, so if you've read them, you know I'm gonna be off.

Hope it was okay...

Review please!

**Oh, BTW, I really liked the reviews! So thank you!

I'm going to give Justin a little more emotion in later chapters, haha. But thanks for the review!