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Susan Pfeffer - This World We Live In

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Its been a year since a meteor collided with the moon, catastrophically altering the earths climate. For Miranda Evans, life as she knew it no longer exists. Her friends and neighbors are dead, the landscape is frozen, and food is increasingly scarce. The struggle to survive intensifies when Mirandas father and stepmother arrive with a baby and three strangers in tow. One of the newcomers is Alex Morales, and as Mirandas complicated feelings for him turn to love, his plans for his future thwart their relationship. Then a devastating tornado hits the town of Howell, and Miranda makes a decision that will change their lives forever.

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Susan Beth Pfeffer

THIS WORLD WE LIVE IN

For Anyone Who Ever Wondered

What Happened Next

April

Chapter 1

April 25

Im shivering, and I cant tell if its because something strange is going on or because of the dream I had or just because Im in the kitchen, away from the warmth of the woodstove. Its 1:15 AM, the electricity is on, and Im writing in my diary for the first time in weeks.

I dreamed about Baby Rachel. I dream about her a lot, the half sister Ive never met. Not that I know if Lisa had a girl or a boy. We havent heard from Dad and Lisa since they stopped here on their way west, except for a couple of letters. Which is more than I got from anyone else whos left.

Rachel was about five in my dream, but she changes age a lot when Im sleeping, so that wasnt disturbing. She was snuggled in bed and I was reading her a bedtime story. I remember thinking how lucky she was to have a real bedroom and not have to sleep in the sunroom with Mom and Matt and Jon the way I have for months now.

Then in the dream the lights went out. Rachel wanted to know why.

Its because of the moon, I said.

She giggled. A real little-girl giggle. Why would the moon make the lights go out? she asked.

So I told her. I told her everything. I explained how in May an asteroid hit the moon and knocked it a little closer to Earth, and how the moons gravitational pull got stronger, and everything changed as a result. There were tidal waves that washed away whole cities, and earthquakes that destroyed the highways, and volcanic eruptions that threw ash into the sky, blocking out sunlight, causing famine and epidemics. All because the moons gravitational pull was a little bit stronger than before.

Whats sunlight? she asked.

That was when the dream turned into a nightmare. I wanted to describe sunlight, only I couldnt remember what the sky looked like before the ash blocked everything. I couldnt remember blue sky or green grass or yellow dandelions. I remembered the wordsgreen, yellow, bluebut you could have put a color chart in front of me, and I would have said red for blue and purple for yellow. The only color I know now is gray, the gray of ash and dirt and sadness.

Its been less than a year since everything changed, less than a year since hunger and darkness and death have become so commonplace, but I couldnt remember what lifelife the way I used to know ithad been like. I couldnt remember blue.

But there was Baby Rachel, or Little Girl Rachel, in her little girls room, asking me about how things were, and I looked at her, and she wasnt Baby Rachel anymore. She was me. Not me at five. Me the way I was a year ago, and I thought, That cant be. Im here, on the bed, telling my half sister a bedtime story. And I got up (I think this was all the same dream, but maybe it wasnt; maybe it was two dreams and Ive combined them), and I walked past a mirror. I looked to make sure I was really me, but I looked like Mrs. Nesbitt had when I found her lying dead in her bed last fall. I was an old woman. A dead old woman.

It probably was two dreams, since I dont remember Baby Rachel after the part where I got up. Not that it matters. Nothing matters, really. What difference does it make if I cant picture blue sky anymore? Ill never see it again, anyway, or yellow dandelions or green grass. No one will, nowhere on Earth. None of us, those of us who are still lucky enough to be alive, will ever feel the warmth of the sun again. The moons seen to that.

But horrible as the dreams were, they werent what woke me. It was a sound.

At first I couldnt quite place it. I knew it was a sound I used to hear, but it sounded alien. Not scary, just different.

And then I figured out what the sound was. It was rain. Rain hitting against the roof of the sunroom.

The temperatures been warming lately, I guess because its spring. But I couldnt believe it was rain, real rain, and not sleet. I tiptoed out of the sunroom and walked to the front door. All our windows are covered with plywood except for one in the sunroom, but its nighttime and too dark to see anything anyway, unless you open the door.

It really is rain.

I dont know what it means that its raining. There was a drought last summer and fall. We had a huge snowstorm in December and then another one later on, but its been too cold and dry for rain.

I probably should have woken everyone up. It may never rain again. But I have so few chances to be alone. The sunroom is the only place in the house with heat, thanks to the firewood Matt and Jon spent all summer and fall chopping. Were in there together day and night.

I know I should be grateful that we have a warm place to live. I have a lot to be grateful for. Weve been getting weekly food deliveries for a month now, and Moms been letting us eat two meals a day. Im still hungry, but nothing like I used to be. Matts regained the strength he lost from the flu, and I think Jons grown a little bit. Moms gotten back to being Mom. She insists we clean the house as best we can every day and pretend to do some schoolwork. She listens to the radio every evening so we have some sense of whats happening in other places. Places Ill never get to see.

I havent written in my diary in a month. I used to write all the time. I stopped because I felt like things were as good as they were ever going to get, that nothing was going to change again.

Only now its raining.

Somethings changed.

And Im writing again.

April 26

I didnt tell anyone it rained last night. When you share a room with three people and a cat, anything you can keep secret feels good.

This morning I thought maybe Id dreamed the rain, the way I dreamed Baby Rachel turning into me and me turning into Mrs. Nesbitt (dead Mrs. Nesbitt, at that), but Im pretty sure it did rain. When I made my bedpan-emptying run, it seemed like more snow had melted.

I never thought Id yearn for mud and slush. Then again, I never thought Id be responsible for bedpan emptying.

I wonder if it rained where Dad, Lisa, and the baby are. Id rather wonder about stuff like that than wonder if theyre still alive.

Sometimes I ask myself what Id give up to see Dad again or even to know how he is. Would I give up a meal a day for the rest of my life? Would I give up electricity? Would I give up my home?

It doesnt matter. At some point the two meals a day will become one, the electricity will vanish, and well have to leave here just to survive.

When that happens, I know Ill never see Dad again, or Lisa, or Baby Rachel, who may not even exist. Because once we leave here, Dad will never be able to find us, just like we cant find him, or any of my friends who left here hoping things would be better someplace else.

We stayed behind. I tell myself weve made it through the worst and we can face whatever will happen next. I tell myself what Mom always says, that as long as were alive, hope is alive.

I just wish I knew if Dad was alive also.

April 27

It rained again.

This time it rained hard for most of the afternoon.

You would have thought it was raining food and sunlight and dandelions, everyone was so excited. Even Horton tried to get out when we went to the front door to check on things. Jon shoved him back in.

We should get pails, Mom said. Buckets. Pans. Anything thatll hold the rainwater.

We raced around the house finding containers. We got soaking wet putting them outside, and none of them filled up all that much. When we poured the water into a couple of pots, though, it looked more impressive.

Do you think itll rain again? Jon asked after wed dried ourselves off and hung the towels on the sunroom wash line.

It rained a couple of nights ago, I said.

Everyone stared at me. I couldnt tell if that was a good thing or not.

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