24 March 2023
Today is the day of the first regional science competition I've ever participated in. My mom couldn't come since she's studying some new disease in , but she said she was still cheering for me. Dad was there, though it was a little embarrassing how loud he was when they announced that I had gotten second place. It wasn't even that hard, really; everyone else just had the stupidest ideas ever. Anyways, that's pretty much it. They said that I can participate in the provincial competition next year since I was in the top three, so that'll be fun.
2 May 2024
The provincial competition wasn't too different from the regional one. Really; the only difference was that we had to dress a lot fancier. I got fifth place, but that's just because it's my first time in the senior division. Next year, I guarantee I'll get first. On another note, I also tried out the regional architectural competition. It's fun I guess; I might try again next year.
1 May 2025
The judges are biased; how does some deadbeat, straight faced, unemotional prick end up winning first place? His name's Hale or something, and he's an absolute dick. Wouldn't stop talking to me about how my second place project was good, as if he was looking down on me. I swear I'll beat him next year and wipe that mellow grin off of his face. I tried out for he architectural competition again, but for the North American one. Got 19th, which I guess isn't too bad, but it's fine. I don't think I want to go into anything architecture-related anyways. Oh! And after two years of working abroad, mom final came home!
2 May 2026
I really, really do hate Hale. He didn't get first again, but he still got one place higher than me. How is he so ridiculously nice to everyone? I honestly can't tell if he actually means it or not by this point. Anyways, he invited me out to go meet up with some of his friends after the contest so I went. Just to kinda see what kind of person he was like in a normal setting; that's all. I also wrote this pretty neat essay for Alexander Graham Bell University's "Innovation and Inspiration" contest. I was just bored, but my dad saw it and thought it was brilliant so he sent it to the university when I wasn't paying attention. I guess good things came out of it though; I ended up with a pretty hefty scholarship to one of Canada's highly prestigious S.T.E.M universities. My mother went back overseas, to Iraq this time to study another new virus strain.
3 May 2027
I've been keeping in touch with Hale for a while, and found out that he also got itted to A.G.B university. We decided to get together and make a thesis on time travel for one of our assignments. Of course, when you've got two geniuses--if I do say so myself--working on something together, it's obvious that the paper'd be OK'd for publishing. I finally got first place in the provincial science competition; Hale couldn't participate this year for some reason. I'm sure I could have still gotten first even if he did though. Hale and I, along with some of our friends, decided to get together and work on a project relating to our thesis. Progress is going well so far.
15 September 2027
There's been a strange drop in temperature; it's August, but it feels like December. After some digging around, we found out why; an experiment that had begun on August 29 had gone wrong. Something about letting out the atmosphere's greenhouse gases. We had to put a stop to our project; we hid it away in one of the university's storages and decided that we'd go back to work on it once everything settled down. Until then, we were going to head south for a bit, almost like a vacation. We deserved it to be honest; our summer break was almost nonexistent since we spent all our time working on the project. The eight of us and our families started heading down; we decided that somewhere in America, maybe New York City or Washington would be nice to go to. I keep in touch with my mother; she's still at work in Iraq, which luckily isn't even nearly as cold as Canada is right now.
18 January 2028
It's been a little over four months since we set out for America. I think around November or so, our vehicles stopped working. The gas and oil was all frozen. Everywhere we went, there was hardly any food. We had more and more arguments too, but that's to be expected I guess. Even if we were all friends, we were still a large group who had a lot of different needs. It wasn't too surprising when our eight families dwindled down to two: mine and Hale's. With me, my dad, Hale, and Hale's sister Judy, we kept moving southwards as a small group. We've been walking ever since transportation stopped working, and it's getting fairly difficult. Luckily, some electricity still works so it's not too terrible. I haven't been able to reach my mother ever since November; I'm not sure why, but I hope it's nothing serious.
XX June 2028
No matter where we stop, electricity doesn't seem to be working. My phone died a couple of months back; I haven't heard from my mother during all that time. I think it's June, but it's hard to tell at this point. Everything's cold no matter what time of the year it is. We've just ed Niagara Falls; there were frozen cars jamming up the bridge, but that wasn't too much of a problem; the ice was solid enough to build a skyscraper on it at that point, so we just walked over.
XX June 2028
It hasn't been long since we crossed into America, but luck's already got a vendetta against us. It must be a curse since we technically crossed over illegally. Wasn't there a president that had something against "illegal aliens" or something at one point? Either way, we were jumped and robbed the second night in. We lost almost all our supplies, except for the clothes on our back and the little trinkets that we managed to hide from the thieves. I don't know how we're even going to manage now; Judy seems absolutely distraught and spirits are low for everyone else. I know we can make it though; we can do anything if we just believe we can.
XX July 2028
Believing means jack shit. My father's a liar. A complete liar. He said that he was eating his portions; I didn't know any better. I couldn't see how stick thin he had become beneath all the layers of clothes he had on. His sacrifice didn't even change much; the wood's damp, and our lighter's at less than a half of its fuel left, and doesn't do all too much to combat the cold. We buried him as best we could under more of the god damn snow that was everywhere. Then we left. We have to keep moving; we need to keep going south if we want to survive. Thank god we moved down as early as we did; any later, and we'd probably be solid blocks of ice in Canada.
XX July 2028
Judy's dead. She hung herself overnight as Hale and I slept, just a few days after my father had ed. Why? I don't understand. Just the previous evening, we had finally laughed together after what seemed like ages. Hale's a wreck; he refuses to talk, move, or even eat. I have to coax him into doing the bare necessities. Maybe he just needs time.
XX August 2028
It's been maybe eight days since his sister's death. He's not doing anything no matter what I do. I've even tried begging him, but there's no response. We can't stay any longer; there's nothing left to scavenge around the area, and he's not even trying to keep himself alive. If we stay here any longer, we'll both die. I'll try to bring some sense back into him again.
XX September 2028
It's hard to believe that it's only been around a year since this all started. I started out surrounded by people I knew and trusted; now, I'm surrounded by a never ending barren landscape of snow and ice. I need to get someplace warmer. I can't regret anything that I've done; what's happened, happened. I have to move on.
XX XX 2028
I tell myself jokes to keep myself occupied. I've long since grown tired of making snowmen and other similarly stupid things; I'm sick of this never ending winter. I think at one point, I even considered just laying down and breathing on the same patch of snow until it melted enough to show me the dead grass and frozen soil hiding somewhere beneath the layers of frozen water. It's lonely. I pretend my phone still works and have conversations with people I used to speak to every day. It hurts.
XX XX XXXX
I've lost track of time a long time ago. I don't know what day, what month, or even what year it is. I don't know how I've managed to survive for so long. I've since avoided all other people, except to snatch a few of their supplies; groups are pointless. Everyday's the same: walk, scavenge, sleep. Everyday, until today. My stomach's growling, and my muscles are weary; I need to find a place to rest and gather more food before continuing south. I can see a lot of tall buildings up ahead. I recognize them; I've looked at them a long time ago when my friends and I were deciding where to go for what we thought would just be a short vacation. I've arrived at New York City.
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Hey! This is a part of the back story section for one of my OCs, Fent Jalter. This was created with the "Cold, Colder, and Coldest" rp in mind. I found that I really liked her backstory and and the way I formatted it, so I thought I'd share it. It's a little long, but I hope you enjoyed reading about her past :)
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