Hey everyone! I've decided to start a new ficcy! Oh joy. Anyways, I've got two chapters written out and am working on the third. I honestly don't know whether to keep up with this or not, so you guys have to review and tell me. I have to know because I have other stuff I should be working on and if no one likes this, I'd rather work on that stuff. But I really like this idea, so I do wanna keep it going.

So, for the origin of this story...I'm in a psychology class and I've noticed Sam has a few APD (antisocial personality disorder) tendencies. She's practically guiltless and only serves herself. But she seems to really care about Carly. So I wanted to do something that played of those tendencies, but I had no idea what to do. So I thought, what if Sam killed someone? Wait, what if she kills a lot of people...Hmmmm....I could do that. Oh! And it can be told from a diary just like the Buffy book Go Ask Malice. Hence the story was born.

This will one day become a Sam/Carly ficcy, but for now, it's onesided. It's rated for abuse and possible rape in future chapters and Sam's mouth. I am well aware that 14 seems a little young, but after staying at one of my friend's house, I realized one can be ten and still be this....odd. So anyways, I hope you enjoy! And please, if you want to see more, review. And if there's something specific you want to see, feel free to ask. I'm all for ideas from you guys.

9/23/04

Hello, World. Well, my school counselor says I have to keep a diary. She says she won't read it, that no one will, but that I have to write in it. So I say what the hell? Why not? Got nothing better to do.

So let me start off. My name's Samantha Puckett, but if you call me Samantha, I'll kick your ass. I go by Sam and that's it. I'm fourteen and in the eighth grade. I should be a freshman, but I failed eighth grade last year and gotta retake it. And I'm a bit of a sociopath, so people say.I like to think I'm being honest. Maybe brutally so, but hey, I live for myself.

There's only one person in the world I care about and that's Carly Shay. And she seems to be the only one who cares about me. She's the reason I failed the eighth grade, though she'll never know that. She's a year younger than me and I just didn't want to leave her side.

Anyways, since this is my first entry, I figured I'd celebrate happily. Which involves leaving that whore and her pimp outta this. So hello and goodbye.

Sam