March 27, 2043
Mom called today. It was the first time we had gotten halo service in almost 4 weeks. We all only got 5 minutes on the halo. Five minutes for me, five for Laura, five for Howard, and five for dad. We told her about school and friends and not any of much importance. Three minutes into dad's time it went out again. Another boring, normal small-town day.
March 28, 2043
I don't even know why I even type in this ancient thing. There is only everyday living in this old town. It's Great-Grandma's birthday tomorrow. I have already sent the holo-letter to her NX6+.
March 29, 2043
These previous entries are examples of shorter entries that I may put in. They are easier to type on shorter hotter nights here in the small town of Hummel Springs, IL. School has been a bore, as usual, and teachers are growing tired of the mischief that occurs at the end of the year. And with that grumpiness comes more homework. Today a tree fell over on top of Marina's mothers MFV(manually floating vehicle). No one got hurt in the incident but Marina's mom passed out 25 minutes after she heard the news. And to whoever it may concern, my name is Miranda, Miranda Capperhorse
