REALLY FUNNY AND HUMILIATING! Sorry, I just wanted to point this out. I was doing sit-ups in my room with no one holding my feet, and I did 39. So I laid down a minute to catch my breath. I'm not fat, I only weigh 116 at 13, and that was with my tennis shoes on. But when I tried to do a 40th one, I couldn't do it! I couldn't get my shoulders a foot off the ground! Well, I finally did it after about ten tries, but lets just say I'm not gonna mention that to my PE teacher...

But anyway, any tips for me?

Journal NOT a Diary!

Max's Journal

August 22, 2010

Our first few days were stuck in the dog crates. No room to spread our wings, and we had to stay curled in a ball in them. Ari said they got bigger dog cages, but it feels...smaller. I never noticed how small I probably was when I was in these last.

But today, one of the whitecoats opened the door to my cage and pulled me out. I didn't bother to try and escape, they would only follow. He put a hard hand on my back and pushed me forward. I walked beside him as he made his way into the hall.

"I want you to see this," he said. "Just what we can do." I walked beside him as we went out the door and through the hall. I slowly looked through one of the doors. A tall cat hybrid was working on fighting skills, taking out four whitecoats at once. It looked right at me with big brown cat eyes. Wow, it sure did look familiar. No, I couldn't know it. I hadn't been here in years.

We walked through double doors, where rows and rows of cages were displayed. Hybrids of every animal you can think of. The room was full of squawks and barks and every sound an animal or human could make. They were all cries of misery and pain. I locked my jaw, but the whitecoat didn't seem affected.

One zebra hybrid looked at me with huge brown eyes, pleading me to save her. She reached his tiny hand through the bar toward me, but the whitecoat kicked her back.

"Why did you bring me here?" I asked.

"I told you!" the whitecoat spat. "To show you just what we can do. What we can do to you and your friend in you don't cooperate.

"No, I mean why are we back here? In California?"

He grinned evilly. "You will see, Fang. You will see."

I kept my eyes closed through the rest of the tour. I'd seen enough. Seeing all these new hybrids being operated on brought back horrible memories that I thought, or hoped, that I had forgotten. After the tour I was thrown into my cage next to Ig. I told him everything I saw.

Wow, that cat hybrid sure did look familiar.

-Fang

August 22, 2010

Training courses. Fighting courses. That's how I spend my day, when I'm not locked in a dog cage. Like I need anymore fighting courses!

But here's the thing...

I saw Fang.

I had been in fighting training, taking them all down effortlessly, when my eyes lingered to the doorway. Fang was walking with a whitecoat down the hall. But he only frowned at me and walked on. Did he know it was me? What would he have done if he did?

But the big question: What was he doing here?

Maybe they found my message and got captured along the way. Ugh, great, now I feel guilty. Like I had gotten them captured.

Had I?

-Maximum