[ WP ] You are 18 years old , and you 're writing your autobiography for your entire life . Write only page 147 .

over. Just like that, I had become a man. To this very day, I still can not remember her name - only her dissatisfaction after the fact and our prompt breakup afterwards. Teenagers. 
 
 However, my failure in the field of romance pales in comparison to what was to follow. At around the same time, my little brother broke his arm while trying to make the Jump, setting an all-time low record in the Books ( see Appendix C-1: Gainsborough Culture ). Needless to say, he was mocked endlessly for weeks. Perhaps I should have stepped in. The warning signs were all there. 
 
 Two months afterwards, Leslie banged on the front door, which I ran to open. At once, I knew something was wrong with Darius: I could see it in her flushed cheeks, windswept hair, and wild eyes. Following the
