(I ran out of inspiration and forgot people actually read this. WHOOPS!)
Dear Journal,
I found a way to pay Sam back without having to give up my glorious food. It almost wasn't worth it though.
I had to clean her room.
My parents are so busy hunting humans, they don't have time to get onto us to do our chores and what not. Sam...Sam is not a very tidy alien. Her room gets inanely filthy.
I had Josh come over to help me clean it, and I'm not sure if were friends anymore.
"We need fucking hazard suites." He growled in frustration, trying to pick stuff up. "Why does your sister have a fucking tazer gun?!"
"I donno, I think she's in the mafia, but I'm too scared to ask." I replied, throwing some clothes in the hamper. One of her shirts had a blood stain. Or maybe it was just razzelberry juice.
"You should fear your sister.." Josh mumbled, cleaning off her night stand. "She's my biggest fear." I mumbled.
I get along with Sam most of the time, and were pretty close. My parental unit is pretty damn flaky, and although they love us, they're kinda neglectful.
Sam and I are the only ones that have each others back. She's all I got.
But I'd probably have to move to New Saturn and change my name to Juan if I ever pissed her off.
Yours, Tyler Asteroid
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