Mum came to me with the conversation I knew was coming but dreaded all the same.

"Sit down, pet." I did, after looking desperately around for escape routes. Mum smiled nervously and perched next to me.

"You may have noticed," she said, looking anywhere but at me. "That me and Greg have been very close lately."

"Mum," I said, trying to squirm away.

"You need to hear this," she said. "Now, I know it's sudden but it's getting very difficult to pay all the bills and Greg's been very kind enough to offer us a place next door."

My jaw dropped. "You mean move in with... him?"

"Now Mia, he's a very nice man, you'll see. It'll be a bit more of a squeeze but we'll be using much less money and energy."

"No," I said, standing up to get away from her "I don't want a new dad! I like my real dad!"

"He's not replacing your father," mum said.

"Yes he is!" I was screaming by now. "You want to take Dad out of my life."

"Mia!" Mum was shouting now too. She never shouts, and it quietened me. Her eyes were fierce. "I wouldn't do this unless I absolutely had to." she pointed to the electricity bill on the wall. "We're running out of money. If I pay that bill and the rent this month, we'll have no money for food. I like Greg but the most important thing is that he has a lot of things that can save our family. He has his own power, and you've seen how many solar gadgets his work has given him."

I thought back to the solar radio he gave me for my birthday, and the phone charger I've been using so much.

"We need this," Mum said. "I'm not going to let you kids go hungry."

In the end I nodded mutely and the dreaded conversation was over. I stomped upstairs and started to pack.

#

I feel angry. I feel like I've been training all my life for a world that no longer exists. All I've ever done has been rendered meaningless by the greed of the people that came before me. After this, there's no going back. The generations of people before me have taken all that was good and spent it, as quick as they could, leaving young people like me looking back at the riches we were born too late to share.

I'm tired of eating rice with stock and frozen vegetables, of a fraction of a chicken breast in my curry, of walking to the shops to find the shelves empty. It's been 13 weeks since the start of this crisis and seven since I noticed something was happening. And I want to know why.

I want to know why the people who could have done something about this didn't. I want to know why the people with all the money, who could afford the most to give a little of their own up, were the ones that protested against any changes the most. I want to know why when the companies that profited from the oil business knew about the crisis, they didn't try to change the way they did things. I want to know why even now, many of them still drive their fast cars and ignore those suffering, whilst they still make profit.

the terrible blackouts reported across the coasts of America got me a little freaked out. i decided to do some investigation into what powers Bristol and how likely it is we'll lose power.

The positive news: we won't. Bristol is lucky enough to have nearby Oldbury Nuclear Power Station, which can provide 'enough electricity to meet the needs of a city one and a half times the size of Bristol'.

The bad news? Oldbury power station is scheduled to close next year. Whilst we're safe for the coming weeks, it doesn't look like our haven of power will last forever. Still, with hundreds of trucks like this one:



carrying wind turbine blades towards the hills of Wales all over the news, maybe we'll be ok. I also got troubling links to questions over electricity and computer servers - If the power continues to go out, It looks like we might struggle to keep the Internet running as fast as we do - which is really dangerous to projects like wwo, which has saved so much of my optimism the last few weeks.

[author note: week 13]