November 14, 2008
Good news! We had made it just in time before the border patrol closed the borders. But now what? We find a place to stay and hope for the best?
I guess that was the case. Once we reached Nunavut this morning we checked in at a motel, where there was hardly anyone around. After that we just kicked back and began waiting. But for what? For some sign that it’ll be safe to come home? Well, when my stepfather turned the television on, we got the opposite of what we were all secretly hoping. A bleak looking newscaster shuffled her papers together and sighs, before stating, “I bring to you on this broadcast, some terrible news. Yesterday, the president was assassinated outside the white house…by a group of people yet surviving people. He was pronounced dead at the scene,â€? There was a long pause as the announcer gave a haggard breath, “I feel as if there is no hope left for us…It’s over.â€? And she got up and walked out of the station.

My thanks to Brooke for writing this draft in my absence thanks!