Although I am pretty, cute in a tomboyish sort of way, so my friends tell me, I wanted a break from attachments. Yes, only seventeen, but I was already wary of getting tied down. For my freshman year, I decided to make a fashion statement and go rogue. To keep the wolves at bay I would dress like a guy. Chill. Let go of my pretty in pink tomboy image. Only at the beach would I let down my disguise. That was the plan anyway. It fell apart after three weeks, but it kept me in good stead and out of trouble while it lasted.
EXCERPT from BEYOND PLANET REACH by J. T. BLEU
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