*is writing in a journal she has found. Possibley destined to be found for her. She writes with not the best handwriting but ok*
Dear Journal,
So I've decided to start writing in this journal that I've miraculously found out in the street. But strangely, it shows no signs of been ruined, dirtied, or written in. Oh well. biggrin
YESTERDAY:
After a hard night of trying to turn myself back from a cat to human after tempering with me wand, I decided to go back to Bean's house to see what is up. When I got there, I found that no one was there. So I decided to work on some muffins (as usual). After adding some eggs and a water to the mix, I heard a strange sound coming from the front door. The sound was a person but none that I could recognize. It said that it was "an evil french crab that has taken over Ankoko". I paniced and didn't know what to do! My wand was accidentally left on the coffee table (since I wouldn't have needed it for cooking) and the closest defense weapon I had was a frying pan. So I grabbed it and when the time was right, I hit the dirty little b*****d on the head with it. Heehee twisted ...however I forget to think about how that would affect Ankoko. Fortunately, he was not dead and the evil french crab went away. Mission Accomplished. mrgreen Then the phone rang from the hospital and asked for Ankoko. However he was unconscience at the time so I grabbed my wand and make his head clear up and handed him the phone. I started to clean up with kitchen because, from the noise, I accidentally splattered the walls with mix. I overheard Anko mention "gatoraide" on the phone and thought to myself: what on earth is he talking about? Men nowadays. Don't know what they are thinking. sweatdrop
TODAY:
I frolicked to Bean's house today with happy spirits. I've had a good night's sleep with pleasent dreams of fun at Bean's house and everyone that is in it. I humed a tune and had a basket full of fresh muffins. ^__^ But once I got to the front door, a cold feeling as if I have been stabbed with a poisonous knife struck me and my mind fell into a deep, dark abyss. I dropped my basket of muffins in a state of shock. The house was sealed with boards and the yard was trashed. On the front door was a note in Bean's handwriting: Closed. I didn't bother reading the rest. My mind was swarming with panic, sorrow, and confusion. Closed? How could that be?! I thought to myself. I sat down on the front porch and decided to read the rest. It seems like someone was bull-shitting with Bean and stuff and things just turned into a mess. Everyone left and now they are trying to set up a new place for everyone to live. To start all over again. Just like it was. My heart and feelings couldn't take this dreadful news. My head fell and I started weeping. Weeping as much as ever before. The last time I wept that hard was when my precious cat, Romeo, died. Where am I going to live? Where is everyone going to live? We're not fit to live on the streets. I'll have to some way contact to them to see what is up. I just CAN'T lose them. I love them so much. I slammed the note back on the door so it would stick and I marched off still crying. I left my muffins still on the porch.
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