Dear Reader,
Dad’s moved us again. The summer before I leave for college. Yeah. He picked this dump of a house about three hours from where I’ll be going to school, and when I look at him, I think maybe he’s as scared about me leaving as I am (even if I am ready).
It’s always just been us, you see. Me and my dad against the world.
And now it’s still going to be us. Separately.
With all the moving, I’ve developed this knack: I’ve learned how to be a chameleon. I don’t mean this like I change who I am to fit in or anything, but kind of more like I can disguise myself to avoid being prey, you know? Blend into the world around me. Look, I’m not proud to admit this. My dad has told me to be myself, and I am, mostly. But sometimes, when I look in the mirror, even when I like myself, there’s stuff about myself I don’t really like. I don’t like that I’m not the kind of person people (besides my dad) choose.
Maybe college will change that?
Sorry to be a downer. I’m not usually. Here. Let’s start over:
My name is Maxwell Wallace and I like running, strawberry Slushies (don’t tell Dad), and long walks on the beach. I also really like 80’s and 90’s hard rock music, and I like to laugh. Would you date me? I think I’m a catch!
College, get ready for this girl!
Love,
Max