You may ask why I am writing in a journal, much less a 500-paged, hello kitty one. I couldn't find any others before stealing it from W.I.C.K.E.D. (Newt and Teresa are sitting next to me giving sideyes... please shut up, you two.)

So...uhmmm.... yeah. I don't know anymore? I'm just going to start writing randomly.

THIS IS THE STORY OF HOW I DIED!!!!!!! (I just want you on the edge of your seats..... WAITING IN ANTICIPATION)

And...uhmmm.... I'll try to keep my journal away from Newt and Teresa so they won't write in it. And say embarrassing stuff about me.