[center][h3]Meeka's Journal
Day 3[/h3][/center]

	It's a new day today, sadly, those 3 boys still haven't woke up. Generally concussions don't last this long, I really hope they will be ok. I go through my daily morning routines, shower, get dressed, eat, look at school schedule. School hasn't started yet, it will tomorrow. I guess they want to give time to the injured to be able to recover.  All the teams have returned, all of them passed, some just barely, others without a sweat. I thought about walking around outside for a bit to get some fresh air and out of the infirmary section but the sight and knowledge of that smelly man named Jon, looking for me... I decided to stay inside informing the nurses that we didn't want any visitors, and also to tell them that if a man named Jon asked for me, that I wish to not be disturbed. Most of the day passes in peace, never bothered by Jon, however a nurse did walk in with a Biohazard bag saying that the man named Jon dropped it off. I think I know what's inside, and against my best judgement, I decide to open it. Inside was one of his sweaty shirts. Why does he think that a sweaty smelly shirt is worth anything to anyone? My nose, (amplified as it is) was horribly defiled by that smell, and I immediately disposed of it on the Biohazard waste bin. more time passes, I have had a lot of time to think, being stuck in here. I look upon those 3 idiots, and consider whether or not they could be my friends.... I am not sure... what is a friend? I look at the definition, "A person whom you hold close, or dear, a confidant, someone you trust. Is it all or just 1 of those. Do I trust them? In a sense, but I am not sure where I stand...
	Time passes, the same guy with the scarf walks in and asks me some more questions. He hoped that I had remembered more info, but I did not. That man, strange as he is, I can't help but feel a sense a respect for him. A few more hours pass, I can't take it anymore. I decide to brave going outside. Carefully, I pick my way out of the ship and across the clearing, avoiding Jon at every turn I see him. I make it into the trees and I breathe easier. The sounds surrounding me remind me of my home back in the woods. I feel a sense of peace being out here. As I quietly explore (avoiding trouble whenever it appeared), I feel a sense of peace come over me. Maybe it is because it reminds me of home. The only place I actually know, and yet, I am saddened as I cannot find which forest it was. I fear that I will never find my home ever again.... Night is coming, night means more peril. I quickly make it back to camp and stow myself back into the infirmary. I am saddened once again, as no one has woken up from their concussions. I fall asleep in a spare cot after getting ready for bed. 
[center]I try to remember my family back when I was human.[/center]