Prologue
Entry 1: Day 4 (I think)
Hopefully, I don’t lose this, because it’s the only thing keeping me from going insane. But I’ll start by saying this.
My name is Angelica Morrison.
But everyone calls me Angie.
This is mainly because people have convinced me that the name “Angelica” is simply too long to say all at once. I think they’re right. I like how “Angie” rolls off the tongue more easily. It’s like drinking hot chocolate, silky, smooth, yet rich and lasting. It’s memorable, and in my opinion, perfect. When people look at me, they know who I am. I’m somebody, somebody important.
It reminds me of the substitute I once had in elementary school. The way she pronounced my name sounded like a jigsaw puzzle that was put together the wrong way. But once I told her she could call me “Angie”, her whole face changed into a look of pure satisfaction. It was as if I had taken some huge weight off of her shoulders, and she was finally able to breathe. Ever since that day, I have loved my name and all the good luck it has brought with it.
Actually, scratch that.
Luck…. It’s a funny thing, isn’t it?
Because I haven’t had a lot of it lately.
Ever since that damn fishing trip, things will never be the same.
And the bugs…
Oh, I hate the bugs…
