Journal entry (Messie.)
 Once again I saw a moldy sandwich in the refrigerator. I growled with distaste as i had to once again throw out Messies food. Every time I did throw out her food, the food would get worse and worse. One day were going to have a mutant in our fridge. Maybe I should talk to her... Or maybe we should just kick her out. Though of course me being to nice to do such a thing ended up walking to her room, hesitating to knock. I was right by her lair. I shivered as I hesitantly opened the door. I heard that before i got here the last girl that lived here tried the same thing and was never seen again.

Swallowing my fear i swung open the door. At first i heard a groan and then a voice.

“Why are you here?” Messie hissed, laying on her bed.

“Well... I wanted to... talk about the food that’s been left around lately...” I beated around the bush, and didn’t look her in the eye.

“What about it!” She hissed.

“Well... you may not see the dirty dish and food wrappers on the counter and unwrapped plate in the refrigerator as a mess, but others do.” I gained some confidence and nodded my head sternly to make my point.

“Fine  i’ll work on it...” She stated.

“You better or...” I started but she rudely cut me off.

“Or what?” She growled.

“Nothing!” I squealed, and ran as fast as I could out of the room.