....I don't know how to start off. Okay, okay... WAIT A SECOND I'M NOT READY YET..... ("Go on, carry on writing," Teresa is saying behind me. I'd like to see her try to write in this about her own memories.)

Everyone had made the base the best that they could, and with me, it was WAY better.... okay, I did barely anything to help with the cabins in the base.

As the plot of the third movie went, Thomas and the Gladers went to save Minho because they heard that W.I.C.K.E.D was taking the captives to the last city. This time, however, no one spoke up to tackle W.I.C.K.E.D and make their small army bigger... except Alaynah.... I mean... me. Except for me (because I'm really special and I'm the chosen one. "I'm going to take over if you continue giving yourself a positive, flattering image," Newt said. Rud-.... okay, I'll stop.)

But I did speak up to save everyone. "I don't think we can defeat W.C.K.D with..." I counted the people. Newt, Minho, Thomas, Vince, Mary, Harriet, Brenda, Jorge, Aris, and Frypan. 6... no, 7.... no, 8... 9. 10."10 people."

"You mean 11," interrupted Minho.

"Umm... no, 10."

"Umm... did you forget someone?"

"Oh right, me too. 11 people... Can we be 8 people?" I tried to restrain myself from a 'you ate!' or '4+4..?' joke.

"Now let's plan our biggest plan for our planning century so we can awesomely plan the plan..." Once I started talking, I could not stop. Unless someone threatened me... which is exactly what happened.

"Shut up, or I will -" Vince started, but I cut him off.

"No, I won't shut up... I MEAN I'M SO SORRY... Yes, sir, yes." Everyone looked at me strangely. ("We're used to it by now, honestly," Newt says behind me. Shut up, Newt, I'm trying to write. I hope he didn't see me write this.) "Sorry."

There were a few minutes of awkwardness, and then Jorge spoke up. Of course, he was the one who made the crazy plan.

***

Their plan was for Thomas and Vince to drive in one car, then hop onto the train where W.I.C.K.E.D's captives were, then unsecure their compartment from the train from the rest of the train from where the drivers of the train would be... confusing, right? I honestly thought Minho should've done this, because he's fast and whatsoever, but no one agreed.

Somehow, the group knew that there would be a berg (a plane-like thing that W.C.K.D used) that would chase them. So they left behind Brenda and Jorge to take care of that.

Newt, Frypan, and Minho would be there to help Thomas and Vince. How they were the train would stop, I had no idea. Certainly, my name was going to arrive so I would be able to help...

Harriet and Mary (yes, she's old, but she's bold so she can help) would wait somewhere where there would be traps for W.C.K.D guards.

"What about me?" I had asked.

***

THEY CHOSE TO LEAVE ME BEHIND!!!! STUPID IDIOTS I TRIED TO WARN THEM, BUT THEY DIDN'T LISTEN. DUMBARSES... SHUCKFACES. (I'm facing the book away from Newt and Teresa because they are the type of people who don't accept.. "extreme profanities and curses.")

So I tried to sneak in by driving my own car... and here we are now, me trying to fix a broken car in the middle of a street, while the gladers had already gone for their mission.

"Stupid," I muttered, then started kicking the car.

I sighed. I was supposed to know how to do this since mechanics was supposed to be my favourite stuff. However, it couldn't have been my fault since my memories were blown away by W.I.C.K.E.D.

I opened the bumper of the car, and as soon as it was opened, I understood what was wrong - the fuel pump was broken. If I could replace some parts of it, it would temporarily work, allowing me to go where the... gang?... was going. Or I could replace the fuel pump, and it would be fixed permanently, but it would take a little longer to fix, and there would be a slight chance I would get there. Both of these offers seemed amusing.

I chose the second option. If i could fix it permanently, the car would be mine to keep. But then the gladers would be in trouble, since they wouldn't know there would be not one compartments filled with other gladers, but two.

I quickly turned around and searched the building room for a fuel pump, and after 5 minutes of searching, I found one. I ran over to the car, which would soon be mine, and starting getting to work.

***

it turned on... In a way, I turned it on... Y'know, like... 'You turn me on.' Yeah, that sort of stuff.

"For a second, I was going to say Big Bad Bertha was better than you... she still is, but I was about to say it to make you angry, since you were taking a long time to be fixed," I said

I got into the car. Yes... A 13 - or 14-year-old, get into a car that they probably don't know how to drive. For some reason, I felt like I knew what I was doing anyway, and I knew how to start the engine easily. I mean... if I can fix a car, why can't I drive one?

The second the car turned on, I started screaming. (Newt and Teresa are sniggering about me screaming because of driving a car, so I have told them to go away... they're gone now, good.) I wasn't used to driving a car, so you couldn't really blame me.

"It's time to drive this bad boy," I said, grinning, once I stopped screaming. I took out a map I stole from my toolbelt, looked at it, and then started driving. "It's time for Texas, baby!" That quote was unexpected, but I still said it. "Wait. Seatbelts for safety first!.. Nah, f*ck it."

***

"So, where would they stop their cars?" I said to myself, looking at the train tracks. "Where would they have stopped? Are they already done?" Just as I said that, I saw a train coming towards them. It was W.C.K.D's train.

My car was driving towards the rain tracks really fast, and if I couldn't stop it, i would crash into the train. Unfortunately, even when I hit the brakes multiple times, it wouldn't stop, not slowing down any further, as it was destined for death.

"I think I'll name you Cocky Crazy Cassandra," I muttered to the car like an idiot, as if it could hear what I was saying.

The train was coming close, and so was my car, and obviously, they were about to collide.

I looked at the door of the car next to me, doubting if it would hurt if I jumped out of it. I chose to open the car door, putting my hand on it, and before I could regret anything, I jumped out of it.

The landing was a little rough, probably causing a few scratches, but considering the floor was sand, I was safe. I slowly but casually got up on my feet, patting my clothes to get the sand off of it.

Unluckily, something awful happened. I instantly started cursing - have you ever tasted sand in your mouth at the beach and had it in your eyes? AWFUL... Zero out of ten, I would never recommend. That's what happened to me.

I started spitting and wiping my tongue with my sleeves,but it made it worse since there was still sand on my sleeves, which meant there was more on my hands.

Then my eyes twitched. It turns out there was probably sand in my eyes, so I stood there, blinking it out, not daring to wipe it with my sleeves again, since there was probably sand on them too.

Once I had gotten the sand out of my eyes and mouth, I heard a big crashing sound. I looked over to the train tracks - the car I had been driving had crashed into the train.

The car was damaged a lot. There were scratch marks, the whole front was busted, the doors to the car had been ripped off, and some oil leaked out of it.

However, the train looked fine, but it stopped in its tracks... get it? Tracks? Train tracks?.. Sorry, I'll carry on with my journal writing.

Cocky Crazy Cassandra was probably not going to have another driver... ever. Because she was dead, obviously.

Supposedly, the plan had been going on, because there was a car that suspiciously looked like the car Thomas and Vince had driven in from the death cure [I will never call it the 3rd maze runner movie... if you do that... rethink your life choices.] It was their car since I could see their faces from where I stood.

I looked back at the stopped train and realised that I had failed the plan. The train was supposed to be driving right now, so Thomas and Vince could cut it in half while the back half of the train would stop, and the front would keep on going, so it wouldn't have been easy for the soldiers on the front of the train to come back. But I ruined that. Stupid me.

When I looked at the train again, I saw two small, black silhouettes - Thomas and Vince seemed to have gotten on it while it was stopped.

[AN: I wanted to start off with a light and short chapter. Do you think 1st person would work, or did you prefer 2nd person? Please let me know, I like when someone points me out.]