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Dear Stranger,
I'm not even sure why I'm doing this. My uncle, great guy that he is, decided that I was on my way to becoming a hermit and needed to socialise with people my own age, so he signed me up for some pen pal crap or something.
Honestly, if he wanted me out of the way, I could have gone out myself to some youth club, as lame as that sounds. Sorry if I'm grouchy, but I'm pissed at my uncle for forcing me to do this. You probably don't care about anything that goes on with me, anyway, but if I have to do this, I might as well use it to my advantage. Live and let live and all that.
Now I seem to be loading off on you, why stop? Every day of my life is the same thing, go out for a run, go home, chill out, do some training, work, all that stuff, eat sleep repeat for the next who knows how many years. It's so boring, you know?
I just want my life to start. Become exciting, so I can do the things I actually want to do. Can you relate?
- Yours truly or whatever, Stanley Worthington, 16, Chicago, America, Earth, The Solar System, The Known Universe.
(Just in case you want to know.)
