Author’s Note: If you’ve been reading my Maggie series, they’ve all been in script form. Tried it, and I find it harder because I like to be descriptive and convey emotions the way the show cannot. So the rest of the series will be in diary form of the various characters. Also, I would like to add that this is my slightly alternative universe. Tess is nowhere to be seen because frankly, I hate her. I would also like to say that I am a mixed breed between a Dreamgirl, M&M shipper, and Stargazer. I’m a Roswell mutt! (Ooh, new nickname) :)

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Dear Journal,

Hi, I’m Maggie Nelson, and a lot has been on my mind lately. I’ve never really been good about sharing my feelings, so my friend Liz suggested that I write in a journal. She says that it relieves a lot of stress.

There’s something that you should know about me, before I go any further. I’m an alien. I hate that word. It’s so real and it cuts right through you like a knife. Alien. I like the word that Maria came up for it. Czechoslovakian. Sounds much less harsh and take-me-to-your-leader-y.

Anyway, yeah, I’m a Czechoslovakian. Sounds pretty crazy, doesn’t it? Like something out of the Animorphs series or something. (By the way, even though I’m sixteen, I still read that damn stuff. It’s so addictive! Don’t tell Michael.) But it’s true. A real, live, flesh and blood, able-to-change-molecular-form alien. Now that that’s out of the way, I need to get down to the serious stuff.

I’m dating a guy named Luke. He’s incredibly sweet and kind of shy. He kind of reminds me of a blonde-haired Max. Max is another friend of mine. Well, actually he’s my brother. Didn’t find that out till, like two days ago.

Anyway, when I moved back to Roswell from Minnesota, I didn’t really expect to find my real family. It was like it was just laid out there, right in front of me. I find myself growing closer to Max and Michael and Isabel every day, and that scares me. It scares me that we’re getting closer to finding out where we come from and I’ll have to give them up. Just because I’m not gutsy enough to go back. Because I don’t have the heart to leave Tyler and Brad and Nick and my dad. And Luke! Oh god, Luke! How could I leave my sweet Luke?

The other day I found a doll in the desert and it seemed so familiar. I gave it to Isabel and she got this look on her face, like she was shocked for a second, then all flustered. I asked her what was wrong, and she just told me that she would keep the doll and show it to Max. I don’t think she has though, and I’m a little worried.

At school I kind of have this reputation. It’s not a bad one, or anything. In my freshman year I was named class clown, most likable, most likely to be famous, and funnest to hang with. Just from that, you can see my rep. It’s a kind of difficult thing to live with, you know? I always have to be the cool one, the one in control, the one that has the answers. I guess maybe that’s why me and Max see eye to eye so much. We’re both born leaders.

The only difference is, that I was destined to be a slave, while Max was destined to be nobility. It turns out that I have more power that all of my friends. The only catch is that I can’t hurt anyone. So therefore, I am classified as a slave. I guess that’s another reason I wouldn’t go back.

I went into a five-minute coma a while back and I saw how I was looked upon on my planet. My parents saw me as no more than a mistake, and a burden and embarrassment.

Oh well. That’s my outlook on life. Oh well. See, my theory is that everything that happens, happens. So I just deal and don’t get too upset about things.

The other day, Maria came running into my house, without knocking, for which I’m not that upset, because I never knock. Anyway, she came running in all excited because Michael almost said he loved her. Key word being almost. Anyway, she was all excited, because, well, it’s Michael, and then she got really angry with herself because she didn’t let him finish. I just laughed at her and let it go. I’m really happy for her and Michael finally getting it together.

Max and Liz on the other hand, are getting it a little TOO together. They will not stop sucking face for like, two second except to talk to someone else about each other. Boy, you can not get those two apart with a crow bar. Wait a second. Maybe you can. Haven’t tried it yet. Check back with me tomorrow.

On the other romance homefront, no one has missed the looks that Alex and Isabel have been giving each other. It’s like Max and Liz downplayed. Sickening. Apparently they're working on taking it slow, since Isabel has commitment issues. I hope they get together, and I hope they get together fast, because the whole Mulder/Scully will they or won’t they thing is killing me. If they don’t I might try to tie them together.

Okay, so on my list for tomorrow is and crowbar and some rope. I’ll tell you how it goes.

Check ya later!

-Maggie

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