Arriving in Dead End - Transcripts from her diary

Who names a city Dead End anyway? Couldn't they call it Skysthe Limit or something? I didn't think the name was going to be so literal!

The ad looked very convincing; The modelling school with its famous teachers, its dramatic arts coaching, and the promise of interviews after completing the course with all the local fashion agents and tv channels. Then there were all the resort pictures and promises of high life, spas and saunas and the beach right there...And when I arrived and walked down that grungy alley to the 'agency' I was furious! Hello? The brochure didn't say anything about Post Apocalyptic! And after the nerve of printing that.. let's say 'embellished' advertisement, they tried to make me stay! There isn't even a beach here! I broke three fingernails breaking out of that place. Three!

Note to self: Check temperatures before going to resort towns.

So, having escaped that agency by the skin of my teeth.. who makes up these terms? Skin of teeth..Ewww.. haven't they heard of floss and toothbrush? Whatever. Anyway, being just barely alive and everything, and looking around the city, I kind of feel like I died and went to Hatey. That place where that earthquake was. How come they get billions of dollars to rebuild when disasters right here in America just get left alone. What makes Hateyuns so special?

So, now my mom thinks I'm going to be a famous fashion model and weather girl and news presenter and actress and everything. And I'm not even going to say how much she paid to that agency place.. Like, kill me now. But it just means I'm going to have to do it myself.

Hello! Fashion Agencies! I'm here! And don't even think about making me pay for the clothes I'm going to make look so good for you. Not in a good mood.