Dear Max,
Today was the first day of my freshman year... and it was AWFUL. First off, I have to wake up an hour earlier than I had to in middle school and it SUCKS HARD.
Second, I have gym first period. I know what you're thinking, Max. "Chloe, you love gym! It's your favorite class!" and you'd be right, but not first thing in the morning. Plus, I get all sweaty and I have to stay that way all freakin' day.
Thirdly, I don't have any classes with any of our old friends. I'll probably make more friends soon, you know I'm not the shy type of girl so hopefully this problem will be resolved soon.
Overall, freshman year could be worse, but it could be better. For one, you could be here. That would make it a hell of a lot better.
My teachers seem nice though and there's kids in some of my classes that seem like good friend potential.
Hope I'll hear from you soon,
Captain Chloe
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FanfictionChloe was lonely when her best friend, Max Caulfield, left for Seattle. She then spent the next five years capturing her life in letters to Max. Slight TW//
