Chapitre 49: SOPHOMORE YEAR

Another year had passed. I was sixteen now, and a lot had changed. My looks were somewhere between my mom’s and dad’s, but different enough to be my own.

My blue, piercing eyes that stood out, with chiseled features and toned abs that I was pretty proud of. My Adam’s apple had decided to pop out more than necessary, like seriously, who needed it to be that noticeable? I’d also stopped cutting my hair, letting it do its own thing. It was shoulder-length now, with a slight wave to it that made me look like I was trying something new—but I swear I wasn't.

And height? Yeah, I stood at six feet, but still not as tall as my dad, which annoyed me. Oh, and the beard situation? Don’t even get me started. I had like four scraggly hairs trying to pretend they were a beard, and it just looked sad. I’d catch myself in the mirror sometimes like, “Come on, beard, hurry up already.” Walking around with barely-there strands was just fucking embarrassing.