The Long Lost Diaries Of The Wickening

Part 1: Morgan

Dear Diary,
Today is my first day with you, and possibly my last. Angel, Jack, Corey and I thought it would be a good idea to keep track of our time (or our legendary stories as Corey put it) in this world unknown to us. We have come a long way from when we first got here but we are still unsure of where 'here' is exactly. Although, as much as I would like to tell you what's happening as of right now I should probably start from the beginning. The beginning where everything seemed so much simpler...
So, my name is Morgan as so specifically pointed out. I have dark brown hair and hazel eyes. I'm tall compared to my friends being 5'6. I have really long hair and I'm totally obsessed with it. I'm also obsessed with reading books. Maybe because sometimes I wish I could live somebody else's life instead of my own. I don't care if that sounds sad, or maybe even like a desperate cry for help, but that was the truth.
I only like to read fantasy though. It makes me happy because I get to see everyone get their "happily ever after". I guess I have always just wished that my own happily ever after would come, but while I'm waiting I might as well read about somebody else's. Now, some people would say that thinking like that is a not a way a person should be thinking, but it is my escape from this crazy messed up life I have.
For most stories I read, I can relate to them. Just like Hansel and Gretel. Their mother dies and all of a sudden they have to put up with a crazy, impulsive step mother that wishes the worst upon them. I just turned 15 and I'm a foster kid. I know this would be upsetting to most people but I'm getting better about it due to having best friends like Corey, Angel, and Jack.
When I was four when my mom and dad had abandoned me. I do not know why, after all, what had I done to them? Then I was put in the system and very upset about it for obvious reasons, and I would always run away. Running away was just the simple way of getting out of situations. I guess by running I hope to leave all of my problems behind, but it turns out they just follow right behind me. That's how Jack and I met; he had run away from his aunt's house. That's when he told me his life story about how he had to live with his verbally abusive, inconsiderate brat of an aunt, after his parents died in a car accident. That happened over the summer we had been thirteen. That is one of those reasons why I love Jackson so much, that's how we bonded. I guess running away does have its benefits.
Then, just last school year is when we met Angela and Corey. At first Jack and I were best friends and always stuck together, and after school we would always return to the spot we first met at and we still continue to do that now. Call that cheesy, but when you're living a life you do not know if you even want to live, it's always a good thing to keep a friend around that actually cares about you and bothers to know about you. It was a rock deep in the Warren Woods that we referred to as M.M.H which stands for Meet Me Here. Corey or Angel do not even know about the spot but oh well, I'll tell them when I think they are ready for life stories.
Jack and I always had the same classes, and this was the third year in a row that we did. Fate decided to put Angel and Corey in our classes too. Oh, fate is such a wonderful thing. At first we all hated each other; Jack and Corey would always fight because I would either snap at Angel or she would snap at me and they would get angry and let's just say they took it to the parking lot. Now I know it is unreasonable for fifteen year olds to be fighting but in our neighborhood everybody always grew up faster than they were meant to besides, they were both very tough and I always thought it was just a game.
Corey was always popular due to being captain of the hockey team, and Jack was also popular because he was captain of the football team. Being Jack's best friend I was always surrounded by those types of people, and Angel was always with her 'people'.
Then, one afternoon, a few of the hockey players came over to me and decided it was funny to put tape in my hair and destroy my notebooks. I would not have minded so much, but I knew my foster parents would not allow me to get new ones, and Jack knew that too. Word got around and Jack, always being so protective of me completely flipped out, so that day he walked up to Corey they exchanged words and Jack beat the heck out of Corey, even though respectively Corey did put up a really good fight.
It all happened like this: So I was at my locker and heard people chanting "Foot-ball! Foot-ball! Foot-ball!" I walked outside just to see Jack and Corey fighting again. As I was watching I was picking tape out of my obnoxiously long hair, and I saw Angel pacing and freaking out. So being the idiot I always am, walked over to her to see if she was okay and I also wanted to ask about what was going on between Corey and Jack. I really only cared about Jack at the time because we were all each other had besides my unloving and stupid rental parents. I did not know Angel all that well at the time either. We were more like strangers than best friends.
"Excuse me, I don't mean to interrupt but are you okay, what's happening?" I asked Angel.
"I would lie and say everything is alright but this includes the both of us." Angel exclaimed with a worried look on her face.
"What do you mean?" I asked confusedly.
"OMG you didn't hear by now, it's been spreading crazy fast all over the school! So, Jackson heard about the hockey's destroying your stuff and putting that tape in your hair, which by the way you're still missing a couple of pieces, but anyways Jackson got really mad and went to Corey looking for a fight, and here we are."
"I can't believe Jackson got into another fight, with the same stupid kid!" I said angrily.
"Hey, don't call Corey stupid! It's more Jackson's fault than his he didn't do anything!" Angel snapped back.
"So you're trying to tell me that Corey is completely blameless? He told the hockey's to put tape in my hair and destroy my notebooks for crying out loud!"