My Teenage Post-Apocalyptic Life
Day 3: I stare at the blank TV. Every half hour I attempt to turn it on. Where is my CNN?My comedy central? My NBC? I suffer through minutes of waiting to simply access Facebook using my iPhone’s hotspot. This is my post-apocalyptic life after the hurricane. Rations are low. I must subsist on Chef Boyardee and chocolate cake. We are running low on...