“Hi, my name is Cassandra, my grandmother is crazy, I wear nothing but black clothing these days… oh yeah, did I forget to mention the fact that I am carrying on the family business? What? Oh no… my dad never owned a bakery or flower shop… No, my father is in the killing business. Yep, that’s right, he kills people for a living. What? Yeah, I think I may be carrying on his legacy.”

I am so confused right now. I am also angry as all hell at my grandmother. That crazy God-loving witch is going to pay for this some day. I’ll figure out something later.

Right now? School is still the same. Even without Tiffany there, the kids still treat me the same. One kid asked me if I was going to a funeral. I responded with a simple, “Yes, yours.”

Boy, would I love to take him into a dark alley and rid him of this earth. He and Tiffany could have a prom date in hell for all I care. All in due time though.

I started reading about the Wicca Religion. I am really tired of organized religion. Seeing people go to church every Sunday, yet, committing sins the other 6 days of the week. As if contributing money to the basket every Sunday is an atonement for the week’s atrocities. All the lying, cheating adulterers who come in on Sunday services and expect to be forgiven. The hypocrisy is sickening and maddening. Yet, it somehow feeds me. Their lip service is intoxicating.

I am beginning to understand what my father was writing about. There are many people in this world who shouldn't have been bestowed the gift of life upon them. They are just wasting it. Drugs, prostitution, leading a mundane life.

Grandmother says that we should be “Living for the Lord”. Whatever that means.