Dear Max,
Today was my first day at Blackhell and it's just as shitty as I anticipated. I have all my classes with stuck up bitches and step douche followed me around all fucking day. A lot of the teachers already have me on their shit list just because I dress like a punk and have blue hair. It's bullshit really.
I got to hang out with Justin and Trevor today, though. They're the friends I smoke with most of the time. I'm more of a "get stoned alone" kind of person, but when I'm broke Justin is always willing to share some of his weed with me. They're total skater boys, just your type if I remember correctly. I actually hooked up with Justin once... maybe twice... Just to get back at mom for bringing Sargeant Shithead into my life. She's keeps telling her friends that I'm going through a "phase", but I know she's just saying that to hide the disappointment she feels where I'm concerned.
She really doesn't have a reason to be disappointed in me. Sure I smoke weed, I play pranks, and I hang out with the stoners, but at least I'm living. She's worked at the same old diner ever since she was my age. She says it makes her happy working there, so what if misbehaving makes me happy?
I don't know anymore
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//
