They sill haven't come. They said they would. They must, or we'll all become extinct. Mum and Dad say that their rockets keep getting delayed on the way here, but I don't believe them. Soon, I think, we are going to start rationing food and supplies again like Mrs Gold said they did when humans first came to Mars in 2098 and they built a special oxegyn cover so that we could survive, but I'm not sure how it works. Dad will know. Oh Mrs Gold is my hisory teacher if you were wandering. Well, actually she is my only teacher. My Dad's a scientist, so I don't go to school, although I want to. He says school is for people who don't already know things. Apparently I know a lot. He's annoying when he says things like that. Sorry if I don't write in here everyday, if Dad knew, he would use this as another reason for why I shouldn't go to school! Anyway, I'm going to go down stairs now for dinner, sausages and mash, my favourite! This is probably going to be our last meal with sausages, because, like I said before, everyone will be rationing things in a few weeks. I'll write later! Bye,
Claire xx