I got arrested and went to jail. You’re supposed to give them bail but I didn’t have any bail. My grandma couldn’t bail me out because she died and we bought a hot tub with her money.
It was hard in jail but I tried to stay positive. The blogmaster cried a lot and explained how it was my fault. The guards really liked me, which was good in some ways but bad in others.
We are out now, but the blogmaster can’t figure out the New Blogger. He says he wishes he were dead. I miss my grandma.
