Introduction:

These are the events I've recorded in my journal through my hard life.

I was lying on the soft carpeting of my small bedroom's floor with my precious cat Sully. I stared into his large eyes that swirled with a range of beautiful colors. The sun faded behind the clouds every so often and it would make Sully's eyes change color.

From yellow to gold, green to blue, and grey. His smooth coat sparkled in the sunshine's rays. The black and brown stripes on his back, sides and tail were starting to grey just a tad bit from age. But I still saw him as the little kitten that used to crawl upside down under the couch, that used to live on the streets, that witnessed his little sibling's death.

His paw pads clenched and un-clenched while he purred and smelled the fresh summer air. The four windows in my bedroom were all wide open, their screens filled with dust from weeks of wind blowing through them.

It was a sunny day, and it wasn't too hot or too chilly, just the right weather for shorts and a t-shirt.

My dad was at work and my mom was babysitting her friend's granddaughter for the day. So I had our small house to myself.

I sat up and involuntarily yawned. It was about 10 o'clock in the morning, and I was getting hungry, so I arose from my warm spot on the floor and made my way to the kitchen.

I opened the fridge, I saw the half-gallon jug of chocolate milk, and instantly grabbed it. I dumped the water from my cup into the sink and filled it with the heavenly liquid.

The cup was empty within 30 seconds. Another cup was empty in a minute, and another.

I put the half empty jug back in the refrigerator and rinsed my cup in the sink. Suddenly I sneezed 2 times in a row, and reached out for a tissue. I quickly blew my runny nose, disposed of the Kleenex and the phone rang.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hello, this is Marco's Pizza. Can I interest you in our new frog leg pizza" my best friend, Grace said in a deep, cheesy voice.

"No! I want-" and I started cracking up. So did Grace. We both knew I couldn't keep a straight face for long.

"So, what's the haps?" she asked, and then I heard her bird chirping in the background.

"Nothing, my mom is babysitting her friend's granddaughter. Dad's at work. What's goin' on with you?" I asked.

"Oh, nothing. I just wanted to let you know-" the phone line went dead.

"Grace… Gracie?" I said, after a few seconds of silence I put the phone back on the stand. It did creep me out a little, but I pushed it out of my mind.

I went to the living room, grabbed the remote and pressed the on button for the TV. Nothing. I flicked a light switch, nothing.

I started getting scared so I closed the windows, made sure the doors were locked and, being my stupid self, grabbed a metal baseball bat from under my parent's bed.

I walked around the house a little, just to keep my mind busy, and it started getting hot from the sun streaming in the windows. I closed all the blinds to keep it out and sat on the couch.

Little did I know, I wouldn't use power for a long, long time.