Just Another Variable

Entry 1

I hate people that compare life to a roller coaster. It's one of the most cliche things. Life goes down but always comes back up right? 

Well this drop is the longest and steepest out of all the drops on any roller coaster, ever. 

Never said I wasn't a hypocrite. 

I found this journal in my drawer of clothes at the Wicked headquarters. I've decided to write because why not? I have nothing better to do in this shuck place anyways. 

So if one day I make it out of this mess, if we make it out of this mess...maybe I'll pass it on or show the story to my children. 

Or not. Im a klunk writer anyway. 

Better introduce myself to the readers. Im Cassandra. 

Call me that and I'll cut you, okay? 

It's Cass. Or Cassie for N̶-...just call me Cass. 

Not really sure how old I am, or how old any of us are. Im one of the shorter ones of the bunch, not sure my height either. 

I have a thin frame, long flowing brunette hair that stays wavy when wet, and shining emerald eyes to match the color of grass, if the grass was fake and spray painted that color. Freckles matching my hair dot my cheeks and the bridge of my nose, quite honestly I hate them, but hey what can you do. 

Im the only girl from Group A besides Teresa. 

Teresa, Teresa, Teresa. Quite honestly, I hate her guts. 

And im not just one of those petty bitches (okay maybe that was a teensy bit of a lie), I have my reasons. 

Teresa if you ever find this I have a helpful hint for you. 

Be less of a bitch would you? Thanks. 

Moving on since I could write pages and pages complaining about things... 

Im not gonna go into this whole back story because honestly I don't want to think about anything that's happened up to this point. So im starting in the here and now. In this so called "Safe Haven." 

If you can even call it that.