Disclaimer: EVERYTHING IS MINE!!! NOTHING BELONGS TO MR. KATIMS, NOTHING!!! Oh, by the way, every once in a while there might be a reference to Kara and Emily’s dove-a-licious Roswell Elementary. Meant to bow down and pay homage to greatness (read: ass kissing) =)

Author’s Note: Yes, I have finally decided that this takes place in the future, so erase all age-references that I might have made in earlier stories. Senior year.

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Dear Journal,

Okay, I am never speaking to Maggie again. I mean, who does she think she is? Me and Liz don’t kiss *that* much, do we? And even if we do, It’s none of her business.

Let me explain: I was sitting with Liz on the tables, and she was helping me with my bio homework. Well, trying. I guess it didn’t help that I was in the process of giving her a hickey. Anyway, I heard this extremely loud cry and I looked up from my chore at hand and saw Maggie, looking like a mad woman, barreling full speed at us with a crow bar raised over her head. Liz screamed and I was pretty close to doing the same.

Anyway, me and Liz instinctively snuggled closer together and this seemed to spur Maggie on. She ran at us even faster and I thought that she was going to kill us. But then she stopped calmly in front of us, the crow bar inches from my face and proceeded to wedge it in-between Liz and me and wiggle it back and forth until we fell on either side of the green picnic tables. She thought that this was uproariously funny, of course and laughed all the way to geometry. I wanted to kill her and would have to, if Ms. Thompson hadn’t been there.

So that is why I’m angry with Maggie. She apparently doesn’t know the meaning of true love. Wow, that sounded corny.

But she just laughs at me, because she knows that I can’t stay angry with her for long. I just can’t. It’s a physical impossibility.

Maggie just oozes this weird energy that makes people be attracted to her, want to know her, to listen to her. Everyone loves her. She honestly is the most popular person in the school, even though she hates it when someone says that. She thinks it sounds superficial, a-la-Clueless.

And Luke adores her, worships her even. And she loves him. They really do make a good couple. They kind of cancel out each others faults. They’re complete opposites, so their love is a little different than mine and Liz’s or Michael and Maria’s. They kind of just fit together.

Maggie is probably the only person in the group that I don’t understand. I know everything about her, everything she ever thinks, what she’s going to say before she says it. But sometimes I think she’s kind of contradicts herself. But I also think that she’s just as confused about herself as the rest of us are.

She was really shaken up about the whole, me-being-a-leader-and-her-being-a- slave thing. She didn’t let anyone know, but I could tell. I think she thinks that soon, I’ll start thinking of her as nothing more than a slave. That scares her.

I hear Maggie going into Isabel’s room. She played a pretty mean joke on Izzy and Alex too. Anyway, her voice is loud enough to carry through these walls. She’s got such a loud voice.

She’s knocking on my door now. I wonder if I should open it. Maybe I should just ignore her, let her know how angry I am. Oh, what the hell! I knew I couldn’t stay mad at her for long. I hate it when she does that. Oh well, I have some chewing out to do. If you’ll excuse me, my royal duties of leader of a bunch of misfit teenagers trying to save the world calls. Onward!

-Max

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