I'll do five more c:
Hello Journal.
Freaking out right now.I went to get a glass of water last night when I heard a horribly loud crash.Some dude just broke through the window and grabbed me.I kicked his snout and slapped the weird guy but he was invincible,or atleast that's what he seemed like.So he trapped me in a box.With no friggin air holes.Here,I got a sketch of him.

He's a clumsy doof.He dropped the box I was in like twenty times.
It took me a while to figure out that I was not alone in the box.Soon I spotted a Scottish Fold huddled in the corner,his pelt darkened by the shadows.

"Who are you?" I asked.
"Scotty," He murmured back in reply.I had to admitt,his folded ears looked cute.
"Where are we going?" I asked as I pawed at the box.
"How should I know,puppy?" He replied sharply.
"I don't know why you don't know." I shrugged,and then there was a awkward silence.
"Well,wherever were going,I'm not going to like it." Scotty murmured.
Sometimes life is just weird.
Bye,Journal.