April 12th, 2000
Dear diary,
I found a small hideout in an alley around ten minutes away from the grocery store! It looks like someone used to live here, but abandoned it later, so I'm staying here for the time being. I believe it's a bunch of cardboard boxes cut up and stacked in a way to hide whoever's in here from an open view if you stand in front of the alleyway, which is quite smart. I had to look through at least ten different alleys to find a spot as good as this, so I'm definitely claiming this as mine. Fingers crossed whoever used to live here doesn't come back!
I already set my things down in the hideout, not that I had much to be honest. I only have around a week's worth of food left, and no water, so I'm resorting to using my emergency money to buy bottled water from the grocery nearby. I had to lie about my dad sending me out to get things because our pipe exploded, but it's just a simple white lie, no harm done.
I've been borrowing books by Virginia Woolf from the library lately. The librarian still knows me from before, but I have to be careful if any of dad's friends are around there and spot me. In her novel Night and Day, she says that "when you consider things like the stars, our affairs don't seem to matter very much, do they?" But I disagree. I believe that our affairs do matter, even to the stars. Why else do they blink at us curiously when we wish upon them for simple things like love and peace? I think they care, much more than we can and will, ever imagine.
-Annabeth Chase
"Nothing has really happened until it has been described." -Virginia Woolf
