Diary of the Future...

This is a diary entry of a girl, that lives in the future, in extreme poverty...

published on December 03, 20165 reads 4 readers 0 not completed
Diary of the Future...
Dear Diary...

Dear Diary...


Dear Diary,

Do you remember those days where the sky was still clean and the world was still green? I do, and I miss it a lot. I can not believe that this ruined planet had once been a beautiful environment. The only thing that convinces me of knowing that all of this was once nice, is that when I was just a really small child, I saw it. But now, instead of birds flying outside and the sun blinking, all you can see is a giant dark cloud, dried out ground and garbage everywhere. It is just soooo horrible! There is no clean water to drink and not enough food to feed us.

The only hope we have is that with actions of everyone, we will be able to find a way to reverse this process! What are we supposed to do? What can we do? My dad started working in a spaceship company. They have just started a trip into space with a giant spaceship, looking, with all their hope for another planet that might be better and safer for the children to live on and start a better life than ours now. No one knows if they will even get back from their journey. Poor dad!


The only actual things left on this earth are big towns with giant skyscrapers. Buildings that were meant for big companies. (Those companies basically vanished in front of our eyes because nobody had the money to buy something from them!) These buildings are empty, but the people who don't have homes aren't allowed to live there, or even take one step into them!   


Yes, it is true! Most of the people here don't have a home and live in extreme poverty! Our neighbours and my family even have to share a home. (If you can call it a home.) Together we built a small shelter out of garbage for us to live in. There is only one room for us all to live in. It is fairly small. We took broken pieces of glass to build little windows and even had to use spilled oil to glue some parts of our house together. The floor of our house is dried, hard ground, but luckily we found some very old and dirty mats and towels to lay over it. The only piece of furniture we have is a small couch that we found on one of the hills of garbage close by. The couch is very old and partly ripped open! Well, it works, although it is not a very comfy way of living.


I have to say, we are probably luckier than most people. Lots of them don't even have a shelter! But again, there are always less fortunate people than yourself. I have already seen so many humans die because they were deathly sick or they were starving. It is horrible! When I was smaller, I used to hide my face in my dad's mucky shirt. But my dad isn't here to help me, now. He might never be here again.


Our neighbours wife is pregnant, which is very unlucky in these times. There are no doctors to help her once she gets her child. She is weak and we are fearing the worst. My mother tries to help her as much as she can, but it might not be enough. We all hope she will survive the birth and that her baby will be healthy!


It is very hard to keep something safe in this world. It is even harder to find something that you even want to keep. I have something, though. It is very special and I would prefer to keep it a secret. It is a medallion out of pure silver! I have had it since I was a baby. Inside the medallion is a picture of me and my family!

Yes, even though this world is painful, sometimes the happiness comes back in little things to brighten our hearts...




                                                                                                  
                                                                                                                     ...You just need to open up your heart to them...
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