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.