August 4th, 2030
It's only 9 o'clock in the evening, and already, I'm the only one awake.
The storm has been raging on forever, and we're lucky that we haven't lost power yet.
I heard on the weather radio that we haven't got the worse of this hurricane yet.
Gosh.
And to think it was already bad enough.
Anyways, I saw some guys outside earlier, heading for the beach, I presumed.
I bet my buttons that if it doesn't let up soon, I'm going to turn into one of those annoying little divas from those movies that I was watching earlier.
And trust me.
You don't want me turning into a bitchy diva of a drama queen.
Damn it all.
The lights are starting to flicker on and off again.
I guess it's time to go to bed now.
Huh?
What was that...?
Nevermind.
I think it was just the wind messing with my mind again.
~Hailey
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