Soooooo... Sorry for taking so long to update this; I was teaching my fish how to swim (haha), but it's Spring Break, so I'm FREEEEE! I can also sleep in, too ;P So I might just get around to updating chapters more frequent. Or just blow it off completely; who knows.

Are any of you wondering where Mason is in this story? Yeah, same here.

OMG, have you guys seen the movie Frozen? That movie is SO depressing, but SO good/gory/intense/omg-what-the-hell/OH MY GOSH, THAT'S SICK/she's the only who lived/whoa o.O at the same time! Ergh! Kevin Zegers played in that unicorn movie... Too bad he got eaten alive by wolves while bones were sticking out of his legs...

You guys want this to be a Jalex story, right? 'Cuz I can totally make that happen ;)

Enjoy! (BTW, I'm sorry I'm adding so much in the A/N. I'm bored and in a talkative mood.)

June 14

I was waiting. Waiting for the moment when Justin'd barge into my room screaming where Max is.

My door opened with a bang. Here it was.

"Alex! Where the hell is Max?" His face was lined with sweat, his eyes were almost as large as dad's when he turned into a bug, and his lower lip was sticking out in an almost growl.

Oooh, cursing. I got up from my position on the bed and walked towards him. "Justin, Max isn't here," I stated.

He grabbed his hair and pulled. "I know that, Alex! Where is he? Please don't say what I think you're going to say."

I sighed. "He's probably traveling on a bus right now. Justin, please don't be mad -"

"Don't be mad? Don't be mad? Are you kidding me, Alex? I'm furious! I specifically told you he couldn't go! And what did you do? You went behind my back and did it anyway!" His eyes became watery. "Why can't you ever listen to me, Alex?" he growled through his clenched teeth.

I dropped my mouth. "I didn't want him cooped up in his room for the rest of his life! He deserves so much more right now, and you won't give it to him! I was willing to, so I told him last night to leave at the right time." I paused. He was glaring at me. "I'm sorry, Justin, but I did what was right whether you agree with it or not."

"Damn it, Alex!"

My eyes bulged. "What's the matter! You're freaking out over nothing, Justin!"

He placed his hands firmly on my shoulders.

I flinched.

He licked his lips and took in a deep breathe. He said slowly, "You don't know anything about what could happen."

I getting really mad at him now. I yanked out of his hold and glared at him. "Maybe that's because you don't tell me! You're the one telling me I'm so freaking ignorant, but you're not even telling me anything that's going on!" I screamed.

"It'll be my fault if anything happens to him!" he yelled.

His words sunk into me. I didn't realize he'd get the blame if anything happened to one of us. Nothing would happen to us here, but with Max gone, anything actually could happen to him. Justin would have the weight of everything on his shoulders. That's not fair.

There was a knock at the door. I looked over to see Harper standing in the doorway.

I wasn't in the mood. "Look, sorry, Harper, but Justin and I are pretty occupied right now. Come back in a few minutes if you need something, okay?" I stated annoyed.

"You guys, we can here you from all the way downstairs," she said, totally ignoring my snarky comment.

"Your point?" I snapped.

"Alex!" Justin yelled.

"What?" I yelled back at him.

Harper walked in a little more. "I don't mean to interject or anything, but where's Max?"

"Oh my gosh," I breathed.

"Alex went behind my back and told him to go to the baseball camp," he stated.

Harper's mouth dropped. "She what?" She turned to me.

I looked down at my feet. I needed to re-paint my toes.

"How could you, Alex?" she asked solemnly.

If Justin was going to be a complete ass about it, I didn't care if he had all of the responsibilty. He was the oldest; somebody had to take care of us. I shrugged. "You're right. I don't know why I did it. I guess it was pretty stupid. I mean, why would I want my little brother to enjoy something and not get stuck in this messed up place? It's sick, right? So I'm sorry. Really, I am." I looked up at both of them.

Justin was looking to the floor.

Harper held an empty expression.

"I'm gonna go find him." The next moment, Justin was out of the room racing down the halls.

I followed him out the front door. "He left like an hour ago!" I yelled.

He didn't turn around.

I rolled my eyes and continued to run after him. "Justin, wait up!"

After a few minutes of silence and me huffing and puffing, we reached the church. No one was there.

I turned toward him. "Justin, I don't know what to say."

He turned around and started to walk again. "Come on."

About halfway back, we heard voices. A lot of them. We walked around a corner and saw a very, long line. There were state troopers guarding the line. I could make out them stating some rules.

"One bag per household. All bags are identical. Make any trouble, and no bag. No cost, but a thank-you would be appreciated."

We had run out of the sub station food and were now living off of the grocery-bought food. Food went by really fast when you actually start to notice.

"Let's stand in line," Justin stated.

So we did.

June 15

Silent treatment. That was my punishment. Even though I practically didn't do anything wrong. But no, Justin had quit speaking to me. Harper and Zeke weren't talking to me either. I didn't care.

Without electricity, company, and the world ending, I didn't have much to do really. One thing I could always depend on was art. Over the past month, I had been using up every last piece of canvas I had. When I ran out, I deserted to the empty sheets of notebook paper from school. The blue lines were a bit distracting, but it was worth it.

I hadn't had much of a muse lately, so I had just ended drawing the moon. This is what passed for humor in my life.

June 19

Father's Day. I cried for what seemed like hours. I didn't know how long I cried because there weren't any clocks around.

When the world was coming to an end, I didn't have my father around with me.

I cried some more.

June 21

I'm hot. I feel like crying. I think I ran out of tears.

It's been over 100 degrees this past week. No electricity. I feel disgusting. There've been mosquitoes coming in here for some reason these last couple of days. I honestly don't care what reason, but I want to kill them. I swear I have over 25 bites.

Harper and Zeke started talking to me again. Justin hasn't. I don't care.

I'm really hot and itchy.

June 29

The mosquitoes are becoming a living hell. I swear I have over 50 bites on me.

Justin spoke to me yesterday. I was actually kind of surprised how long he could go without speaking to me. All he told me was to cover up. He said the mosquitoes might be carrying malaria.

"This is New York, Justin. Not Africa," I had said.

"Don't wear spaghetti straps and shorts anymore. I think there's some repellent down in the basement. You need to be protected." He had stared a few extra seconds at what I was wearing. I had felt self-conscious.

"Well, it's been over 100 degrees, so I'm not wearing a turtle-neck or jeans or anything like that."

He didn't respond.

July 2

I remember in eigth grade how we had to read The Diary of Anne Frank. I was depressed the whole week after reading it. I wonder if she felt the same way I am right now. Especially for two years. I don't think I can handle 6 months.

Justin started rambling on about how we needed to get wood for winter.

I started to laugh. It's the middle of summer, and we need to get wood?

I think I have around 80 bites. All on my legs. I only 'cover up' when I'm around Justin.

I wish Max was back.

This was boring.

I hope you enjoyed! :D Please review!

BTW, please don't make jokes about my fish in the near future for whatever reason. I'll tell you my whole, life, fish story. I had won two goldfish at our school's Ice Cream Social in kindergarten with the 'Toss-the-Ball-in-the-Cup' game, and the next day they were dead, and my mom flushed them without me knowing, so I was extremely sad. My beta committed suicide when I was seven or eight ;( It was a sad day. I'm absolutely serious. Seriously. You know the cleaner, tank thingy? Well, I came home from school, and Rainbow's head was cut off. So... yeah. My tiger fish ate all eight of my other fish even though the PetSmart people said it was compatible with the other fish (No, don't say it was the beta; she/he wouldn't do that.) My mom flushed the tiger fish down the toilet without it being dead. So, last year, I had gotten the courage to buy a new fish to see if my luck had changed. The two weeks after I bought it, I think it had an aneurism (s/p), because it's head was enlarged extremely, and it was "sleeping" upside down. I DON'T COMMIT FISH NEGLECTMENT! THEY NEGLECT ME AND TRY TO GET ME DEPRESSED!

I'm not a fish person.