Diary of a Civilian #3

6/1/14

Dear Diary,

I had a visitor today, well only one that mattered. Yes a few reporters came by with stupid questions like: “What was it like to bask in the glory of Power House?”

Well that wasn’t the exact question, but it was pretty close. My mother came by to see how I was doing. I would’ve thought the chair should’ve said enough. The doctors said there was a… well I can’t really say what the doctors said. All I know is I’m in this chair for who knows how long.

Enough of my sob story, back to the visitor. As much as I love my mother she wasn’t the most important visitor I had today. Around ten o’ clock in the evening, I come into my living room/kitchen to find Doctor D sitting on my couch. He had brewed himself a cup of my chamomile tea in MY Winnie the pooh mug. Needless to say I was quite miffed.

But he offered me a deal, one that does intrigue me I admit. He told me he would enable me to walk again, if I helped him take down Power House.

Do you know what I should do? I don’t.

Jacklyn Reese

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Diary of A Civilian #1

(Here’s my re-posting of a story idea. Enjoy!)

4/14/14

Dear Diary,

Hi, my name is Jackie.
Your name is Diary.
Now that we’re introduced, I probably should tell you why I started writing in you. One, Spock (my siamese cat) can’t carry a decent conversation to save one of his nine lives. Two, my best friend Heather finally decided to move to our eastern division of Chrysanthemum Catering. We’d been best friends since we could talk, well mostly since she could talk, I listened.

When I asked her why she had to go, she said something about how the city was constantly being destroyed in the battles between Superheros and Villains. I guess I can understand that. I mean if I woke up one morning and found that the wall dividing my home from the morning air was gone, I’d be upset too. So she left earlier this week, and I’m already am going crazy. Yesturday, I had an entire conversation with Spock, who in disdain for my humanity, said “Mrow” and went into the kitchen to nibble on the leftovers from breakfast in a bowl.

I guess I should try to make more friends, but honestly, everyone at the office is so busy. In a big city on the east coast, Crown City to be specific, a catering business has alot to do. And to pay for the rent on my apartment, which is about a king’s ransom a month, I have to work not only in the office for scheduling, but work the events as well. Tonight, I have a major event to work.

The Mayor is deciding to present another key to the city to Powerhouse, a stud in spandex that just saved us yet again from doom. Whoop-de-doo.

Tell you if anything happens. After all, some idiot villain might show up. When I think about it, if a idiot villain destroys the dirty dishes, I won’t have to clean them.

Here’s crossing my fingers,

Jackie