Theodore McKenzie decided that he needed a fresh start.

Armed with his handy-dandy note-pad and that wonderfully smooth pen he’d found under his couch last week, Theo began to write all of the required components for said fresh start.

“Fresh start,” he scribbled in his handwriting, an undeniably feminine and flawless cursive, at the top of the page. Now, with this necessity behind him, he could truly begin his list. His list, which would possible guide him through his fresh start — or mid-life crisis. Though, was it really a mid-life crisis when you were only twenty-four and had yet to loose pigment in your hair, leaving behind a shiny gray?)

(Theo slipped his palm around his phone and gazed at his reflection in the dark screen to make sure that he really didn’t have gray hairs. He didn’t. Though, what do you call it when you begin to gray at a really young age? Premature… loss of pigment... ation? No, that sounded made up. But everything sounds 21% more official if it has “ation” at the end.) …show more content…
Premature graying! That was it.)

Okay, Theo, focus. Fresh start, fresh start. Hmm… Theo supposed that, really, the only component needed for a fresh start was a new mindset. But a new backpack would definitely help…

“New backpack. Your old one has been thru a lot + smells like mcDonalds”

Theo cast a long glance at his backpack. An awful, alligator green, the beat up Jansport had gotten Theodore through…
All four years of high school.
That weird transition year after high school when Theo couldn’t decide if he wanted to go to college and become a doctor or work at McDonald’s and live in a cockroach-infested