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Name: Maxwell Hallett<br>
DOB: 1/1/1997<br>
Father: Julian Hallett (46)<br>
Mother: Amanda Hallett (44)<br>
Brother: Madison "Mad Dog" Hallett (20)<br>
Sister: Mallory Hallett (18)<br>
Grade (as of 12-13): 10 (Sophomore)
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ENGLISH HONORS 9 JOURNAL - FREE WRITE<br>
1. I think I'm pretty good at a lot of things. I mean, not the best, I'm not bragging, that isn't the problem. It's more like I'm good at a lot of things but I'm not great at any one thing. Jack of all trades, master of none. I think that's what they call it. I can sing ok but I'm pretty sure I don't have the stage presence for a solo which is probably a good thing because my dad thinks the choir is kinda faggy anyway. I draw ok but nothing like Mallory which is probably also for the best because art is sorta faggy too. I'm not bad with a car or power tools. I don't think any of that is really complicated or... nuanced. Why is everything that's faggy all things that require deep thought or care for what you're doing? I don't get it. How the hell am I ever going to be really amazing at something if every damn thing I care about makes me a fag?<br><br>

2. I can crochet. That's what I'm good at. Fucking crocheting. I watched my mom for ten minutes, picked up a hook and some yarn... I had a hat before the day was over. Is this some kind of a joke? My one talent that I'm excellent at is a fucking craft for my mom and grandma? This does not help. This is bullshit. I just told my dad and Mad that I was going to put it to use on Etsy or something. My dad asked why I didn't just ride my bike down to Dairy Queen and ask for an application if I wanted to make some pocket money. Great. This is really, just, absolutely fucking great. This will not due. Back to the fucking drawing board for a talent that isn't so <b>faggy.</b> I'm sick of being called that too. I'm not even gay. I'm not. You're gay or you're straight and I definitely like girls.<br><br>

3. Mr. Eliason really liked the poems I handed in for my portfolio. He wants me to submit them to the paper but it isn't fucking happening. That isn't happening Mr. Eliason! That's about the last thing I need. Besides, it's only a fucking poem about Boots the cat dying. It wasn't some great work. It's not like his damn Prufrock poem he doesn't shut up about. And the other I just pulled out of my ass before I passed out the night before it was due. And anyway, they're only sort of fun because the pentameter or whatever is sorta cool. Like math but for words. It's like a puzzle. What the fuck isn't a puzzle though?<br><br>

4. I actually did get a job at Dairy Queen. It kind of sucks and I never thought I'd get sick of Blizzards but um, yeah, I did. I'm never working in a food place again. The last thing I need to ruin for myself is, like, pizza. I don't think I'm technically old enough to be working here but the manager doesn't seem to really give any kind of a fuck. I only work like ten hours a week anyway so I don't think it matters all that much. I just have to clean greasy metal and make blizzards and a number of other minor tasks that a really focused eight year old could do. It pays like $7.30. Five whole cents over minimum wage.<br><br>
5. I almost don't even want to write about this because I'm already worried about my parents going through this journal but I'm about to just go crazy. I went to a party on Saturday. A real one, with Mallory. I didn't think it was all that fun and alcohol tastes like fucking nail polish remover smells, by the way. But this thing... happened. I was just looking for the bathroom and I opened this door and... I saw Jordan Lieberman and Kody Michaelson kissing. Not just kissing, but on a bed kissing and on each other. Dry humping? And I couldn't stop watching. I just stood there staring. Just barely got out of the doorway before they realized who it was that had been watching them. Is it normal to be... captivated like that? It has to just be a normal sex thing. I don't like guys. It was just, two people, in the heat of the moment and so I just stared. Right? I think so. That really has to be it.<br><br>

6. I made the dumbest mistake last night. I guess that's a little bit hyperbolic but it was still really fucking stupid and didn't get me anywhere. I still can't stop thinking about Jordan and Kody and I can't even look at them without being positive they telepathically know that I saw them canoodling and they're going to come kick my ass so I don't tell and so I stop replaying it in my head and jerking it over them and fucking goddamn it's making me crazy so I told Mallory. She told me to just forget it and ignore it. And she said if I'm a queer just lay low until I get to college so mom and dad don't 'like, chuck you or something. Because I like you more than Madison, I want to keep you.' That's great. I don't get it, either. She said maybe I was confused too, because I mean, I think about Kody and Jordan and Daniel and Kevin and Peter a lot but I also think about Jenny and Frieda and Casandra and Lizzie too...<br><br>

7. Great news... we're moving. I guess it doesn't really matter that we're moving, it's not like I have a ton of friends here anyway. We're going to Westerville, Ohio. My dad got a new job in Columbus and it pays so well they can't turn it down. We'll move in August. Whatever. I guess I'm going to a school called Dalton which is all boys. Fucking fabulous, that's just what I need...<br><br>

A FEW WORDS FROM MALLORY<br>
"Maxxie... isn't incredibly talkative. I mean, I see him writing sometimes on the computer and his fingers move with, I don't know, the fury or something. He's the baby - are the babies usually quiet or is that the middle child? I'm not quiet. Anyway... I think he's really confused about a few things right now but I hope he works it out and doesn't do anything stupid. I love him and... I just want things to be easy for him. That's all I want, really. That and for him to keep making me almost pee myself with his jokes. Maybe I'm easily amused, but Maxxie just knows which funny strings to pull. I don't know. I wish he'd make more friends or something, he seems kind of pathetic and lonely sometimes. I guess at least that means I pretty much get him to myself."
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