Excerpt:

Midnight is my favorite time of the day. Or night. Whichever one it is. It's the witching hour. I'm a good witch, like Glinda. Except right now, I look more like a Munchkin.

I'm scared of heights, but I like falling. Puking isn't fun. But I like spinning in circles until I get so dizzy I can't see. I'm really innocent, but my sister says I can be the devil.

I view the glass as half full. I paint my nails hot pink and neon purple. My parents can only describe me as 'eccentric' and 'special'. There is about twenty tin foil hats sitting on a wooden shelf in my room... just in case. I've tried being normal, I really have. It just didn't go so well. That's okay though. Because I don't mind being different at all.

I pick off the white Oreo filling and just eat the cookie.

A million little stars are spelling out your name.

Hi.
My name happens to be Mhazz.
And this is my story.