The phonecall I made was obviously to the only person I could rely on, my Uncle Gio. He would find a way to get me out. Hopefully.
The Officer Jenny keeps staring at me today and that stare changes to a glare when I look towards my Pokéballs. The bloody woman. Why can't she stare at something else? I mean jeez... I did something illegal yes, but I didn't know it was wrong. All I saw was "Wooper on sale, previous owner unknown, free shipping." I did what any girl would do in my position, click order and spend money like a mindless robot. I never received my Wooper anyways.
Officer Jenny got up after a while and took my Pokémon with her. She said she was going to feed them and give them some exercise.
She had better bring them back!
The strange clone, octoplet, mutant or whatever left the place unguarded. All that prevented me from escaping was a few cameras and a giant
door of bars. Oh well.
I kept sat on the only stool in the cell and wrote blog stuff and drew silly pictures. There wasn't much else to do and breakfast had already been served... if you can call that... porridge was it? I don't know. I wasn't touching that stuff, even if my stomach complained.
A little later, Officer Jenny came back... and another one came with her. I nearly fell off my stool. I was mortified. TWO OF THEM! Stood together, I could see just how close they matched. Even their hair was the same! I tried to keep my fears locked away but what could I do? I was trapped in a cell and two of those... things were right here.
They whispered to each other and looked over some documents or something. One of the... Jennys... came towards my cell and unlocked the door. They wanted to move me somewhere more secure. I told them I was sorry for the Wooper and that I wouldn't do it again but they said the Wooper wasn't why I was here.
What in Lugia's name was going on?
Keep on hiding. They are coming.
Pink McQueen
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