day 2.

Libya, April 7, 2011. It is 10:00 a.m. I have just got up. My morning routine is: Wake up, grab my cloths, take a shower, drink my daily soda, brush my teeth, and go on with my day. Today though we were out of water. All i could think of was, "what did the rebels do now." I go to call the water people and ask what is wrong, and if any one messed with our water but the phones were dead. I looked out side to find a tipped over car on fire, the streets are deserted, and not a car was in site besides the one on fire. The army must have chased the rebels out. I open my door to see if any one was home near me. Frank, my next door neighbor was not home. That shocked me, he is a paranoid guy, who sprays you with disinfectant when you come inside his house. No way he would just leave. That's when i started to get a bad feeling in my gut.