Hope City Diaries: Wartime RoutineHope City Diaries: Wartime Routine
April 21, 2099
I'm under my tree again. Living at school is becoming routine. We wake up, eat breakfast, and attend classes. We have a quick lunch break followed by more classes, then a few hours of free time, another meal, homework, and lights out.
Nothing too special, if you ignore the fact that we never go home. Also, there is the war. Most of us are used to it by now. After dark is the worst. During the day, the city seems peaceful, almost normal. Everything changes with the sunset. Gunfire echoes through the night and occasionally the sounds of explosions echo the distance. Our principal says it is just the guards along the battle line jumping at strange noises and shooting at shadows of their own imaginations.
She is trying to help us kids stay calm, but I know better. My brother's friend, Deshawn, stopped by the school during breakfast for a quick visit and to bring a message from my brother. He says that the invaders have moved the
Lespoir: Supply TruckScrounger's Ink: Supply Truck
April 20, 2099
A battered truck pulled wearily into the ruins of Old City. The trek from Lespoir had been rough driving, mostly off road. No road or highway connected the cities; there was nothing but faint animal trails, a dry river bed, and miles of rock and uneven, broken earth. Few travelers made the trip, and only those who had need.
The truck stopped by a dammaged B-545 jumbo jet. Deshawn "EarthHawk" Hajari stepped out of the drivers seat. He stretched long, tired arms and legs, then walked to the entrance hatch carved into one side of the fuselage.
"Ngozi? You in there?"
With a sigh, Deshawn opened the hatch and took a quick look around. The inside was clean enough, only slightly cluttered. Papers and random objects lay around in loose piles on the desk, shelves and floor. A gray chinchilla sat near a window, pouncing at dust motes. There was no sign of his friend.
Stepping back outside, DeShawn cupped his hands over his mouth and shouted
Lespoir: War Memorandum #1M E M O R A N D U M
To: President Cohen
From: General J. Flint
Subject: Port Lune Defenses
It is with regret that I relay this information to you. After nearly twelve days of fighting, the Port Lune facilities have been completely occupied by Capturan troops. My command staff personally led the rearguard as our Security Forces made their retreat. So far, the Capturan forces have not made a drive further inland. Our reconnoissance shows they are using the port to gather additional troops and supplies.
Sir, we must significantly increase our military forces. At present, we have sufficient personnel to guard our most critical government and military locations, yet the remainder of the city will fall. The next strike could overthrow Lespoir in a single battle. Urgent attention is required to determine options for the prevention or weakening of such an attack.
[signed] General Joclyn Flint
Lespoir Government Security Forces
Hope City Diaries: New KidHope City Diaries: New Kid
Ayanna Camara sat under a tree in the school recreation lot. A trio of girls approached, and she closed the journal she had been writing in.
"Hi, Brett. Hi Zoe; Kim."
Brettalyn -Brett- nodded briefly, haughtily. "Ayanna. Still under your tree?"
"Of course. You know I like the quiet when I write."
"You never write. Not 'till the war started, anyways. Any news?"
Ayanna sighed. "You know I haven't heard anything. Principal Cohen called their office again last night. Dad was in his lab on the 17th, and mom went with him, as usual. Their research compound was overrun during the opening attacks, but no one knows if they escaped or not."
Brett gave the ground a look of disgust, then gingerly sat down. As if on cue, the others did the same. The four girls sat quietly for a few minutes, letting the sounds of children at play break the silence. A group of children -mostly boys- had separated themselves from the typical recess games and sports. These had formed teams an
Hope City Diaries: HomesickHope City Diaries: Homesick
Hello from Hope City Elementary School. I never journal, but I need to talk to someone before I explode!
Most of my friends are here, of course. The whole school is stuck living at school because of the war that started five days ago. Kids from all over the city have been brought here to keep them safe from the fighting. No one thinks about what will happen to us if the school is attacked, or what we think about having so many strangers living in here now. This is a school, not a hotel! Already, there are several groups being made - athletes, cheerleaders, math kids, the 'in' crowd. We had those groups before, but there is a new split now, one that seems more important to everyone than other groups. Those kids who know their parents are still alive, and those who have learned that their parents did not survive the attacks.
I don't belong to either group.
I am the only student without a cell phone - my parents say I'm still too young- so I am also