Franklin.

I was sick a long time. I don't know what happened. But Father said I can't leave the bed until my foot heals, and I stop having fevers. When did I get a fever? But he never found my notebook. So I guess it could have been worse, whatever happened.

I just wish Father would sleep some. He looks tired. I'm tired right now. Good night.

Franklin.

I am glad to be able to write in my real journal now. I still get really tired really fast, but at least I lift my big notebook again. And I can hide it again when I hear someone coming over. Father doesn't leave the room much but when he does it's for a long time. Because He is out to get stuff so we can live to see another day.

Mikey gave me a book he made, all on his own. It was a comic book of us. He called it the Little Ninja Turtles. I think it's great. Especially the story part, because he hates reading so much and don't have a large stock of stories to bring up in compos...compas…..composomething. I know it's a long word that means writing, but I can't remember how to spell it. Oh well, another jorum into the dictonary we go. But Mikey made a good book, and it's full of stuff we do in real life, but he also put stuff in with mosters and ghosts and stuff. Very creative!

Leo and Raph are being a pain, but not to me for once. Just to each other. When they visit they try to act like everything is a happy-happy, but I know it's an act. What are they mad about now?

I like having all this time to write, and think. But being in bed is stinky. Stinky like a sewer. I never noticed just how stinky this place can be! I feel sick all the time, and nothing looks like it's tasty anymore, and I just want to sleep and be alone. I don't want to make Father worry, but I just can't eat. Everything bugs me and annoys me. I feel like I have a constant itch and can't scratch. I feel like something is allways annoying me. Why? Is it cause I'm still sick? Or am I just bored? Or am I thinking too much?

Franklin,

I won't copy what I wrote in my school journal. A lot of it made no real sense. I don't know why I tried to write when I was sick. Must have been a little loopy. Gee wiz, how does that happen. I wrote some questions in my last entry. I will study it. But I want to study so much more. I want to learn all about being sick and not sick, about what causes them, and what cures em, and eeverything! Father is the only doctor we have. We can't get a Dr. Banks like in Little Women. So he has to do it and it's not fair! He can't be everything for us! It's not fair. Even Marmee had help and Father is ten times better than Marmee! And he should have even more help. And awards for being the best ninja ever and the best Dad and he feeds us and takes care of us. Sometimes he goes hungry. He don't know I know it, but I do. And it's not fair! It's not! So, I'm going to learn to be a doctor, so when I get big I can go help monsters like us and keep them from getting sick too.

Also I don't think monster means the same as what humans thinks it means. They think its bad guys that want to hurt people. But they think we are monsters. I'm just a kid. My brothers are just kids. Who would be scared of a kid? Well, other than Raph. He can be a little scary. But he don't wanna be mean and eat people, unless we only had worms for a week straight. I guess. I think Monsters are people who look different. Some are mean and bad, and some are good and kind, and some are in-between. Just like humans. And I will be a doctor for monsters, and heal the good ones and heal the bad ones if they promise not to be bad no more. And help the inbetweeners become more good. And help humans if they don't get scared of me. And most of all help my family so they won't be sick too.

Hi, Franklin.

I tried to write a poem, even though that kind of thing is really Mikey's thing.

Being in bed is no fun

Time drags so slowly

Even when you want to run

You stay in bed so lowly

Reading is fine

But I'm just done

I can't think of a line

and this poem too is done.

It's really bad. I have a hard time thinking of words to rime. Is that the right spelling? Rime? Oh well. I'm going to sleep.

Donnie

I read a lot today. I also walked a little. I mean a little more than just to the bathroom and back. Father said it will help me recover faster. That's good. I'm sick of being sick. Heh, reading what I just wrote made me laugh out loud. I wonder if I can shorten it. LOL? No, that is so dumb sounding, it'll never catch on.

Anyway, I walked to the kitchen and back. Even though it made my foot hurt up again, I was pleased with myself. I also been reading a lot. I re-read the part in Little Women where Beth was sick. Somehow, I understand the scene better than I did before. Funny, huh? Not ha ha funny, the hmm, that's interesting kind of funny. Huh. Didn't I write something like that before? Well, I don't want to go look. I also looked through our school reading book again. Inever wanted to say anything to Father, but most of the stories are pretty boring. Most of the time, there is only a few lines of words per page! Like a baby book! But I don like the poem in it about saying good night to the moon and everything. And I also like the one about winkin, blinkin and nod. I thought it was a clever thing that the three turned out to be all one kid's face. And the boat was the bed he slept in. Didn't see that coming the first time I read it. So I like to re-read it. And read it to Mikey, who likes it when I read poetry stuff to him.

I did some schoolwork too. The boring kind, not the kind I like. Father wanted me to practice my handwritng, and do some sums. I like math, but not adding and subraction. That's pretty boring. thought the longer ones are better at least. The more numbers in the lines, the harder it is to keep track of. Father don't seem to realize I got addition. It's pretty simple, actually. I learned multible times tables to seven from songs we found. Mikey actually know all the songs too. I heard him singing them. Handwriting is pretty pointless, though I guess it's not a bad idea to be able to read what you wrote. Raph and Mikey need a lot more practice in that line. I just wish I can learn harder stuff. You understand me, don't you, Franklin?

Donnie, the bored.

tried to write a poem. It stinks. Here it is anyway.

Pain is not joy

But it is like it too

Pain takes over the mind

Just like Joy tends to do

Emotions tend to blast us

Reason runs away

From it's stunning blow

and quietly goes away.

See, stupid right? I am no poet. But I got bored, and this won't leave my brain till I wrote it down. I get that way sometimes. something gets in my head and won't leave. Even when it's dumb and pointless. I one time could not rest until I had the crayons lined up in a perfect circle. Then got mad at Raph for kicking them.

Another time, I couldn't rest till I put all the books on the book shelf in the living room from lightest color to darkest. That looked pretty. But then I realized that I had to put them alphabetically or they just wouldn't look right. And I did that. Then another day I had to put them in order by writer and not title. Good thing we don't have that many books. About twenty. Oh, wait. Twenty one. Forgot Raph's present. I wonder if Splinter will burn it later, though?

Donnie Donnie Donnie...I can't wait to get out of this bed! So Bored!