Dear Diary Journal,
Mom gave me this journal/diary to "write my feelings in." God she is so annoying! Why would she think a guy like me would need a "diary" for my feelings? I'm on the fucking football team! Do you think any of the other guys have something like this at all? I don't think so.
Instead of using this as a feelings book, I'm gonna use it as a drawing book. For heroes to be exact! That's right, I love heroes! Just cuz I'm on the football team doesn't mean I don't like them.
Alright, let's get started on some drawing.
(At the window of his bedroom) – BOOM! –
Holy shit! What was that?! Be right back!
-About 20 min later-
Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Sorry for cussing so much, but FUCK!
Okay, so here's what happened. You know that boom I heard? Well I decided to go investigate, being the hero that I am. So I went outside cuz it hit my window.
And damn was it cold out there! Of course it was winter. That was definitely the best time for something to hit my window! So it was really hard to see anything out there. Until I noticed the giant lump in the ground.
I was like, "Oh fuck! It looks like a person!" I could really tell it was a person because of the blonde hair on umm….. His/her head. But other than the hair, it was messily wrapped in a white cloth.
As the hero I had to do something. So I picked up the body, went inside, thanked God for having my parents work late, walked up the stairs, pushed my bedroom door open, and threw the surprisingly light body on my bed.
It's still lying there…..
…
I should probably check if it's alive.
-About 3 min later-
Okay the body is still living and found out it's a girl.
Btw, my plan for if the body was dead was this: THROW IT BACK OUT THE WINDOW! I don't want the police thinking I killed it!
Anyway, I'm just gonna lock my door and sleep on the floor.
Night journal thingy. (P.S.: Remind me that I should probably name you.)
-Alfred F. Jones