First thing you should know about me: I can’t be trusted.
Why? I lie.
I know it’s wrong, and I do it anyway. It’s survival instinct.
For this letter, though, I’ll do my best to tell you the truth (within reason and as long as I can preserve my safety). . .
My name is Seth Peters. I’ve lived in Cantos, Oregon my whole life, and I’m the only child of Jack and Kate Peters. I’m pretty good at school - I’m a junior; I’m really good at soccer which will probably be how I get to college (if I live that long); I’ve got a lot of friends, and a lot of people want to be my friend.
That’s all I got.
Any more and I might scare you away. The deeper we go, the darker it gets. I doubt you’ll read my story feeling like we should hold hands and sing campfire songs. No one really wants the honest truth. Lies are safer, easier, and allow us to turn our heads, so we don’t have to face the ugly truth.
So, I guess the overall message I’m trying to tell you is to enter the story I’m about to tell at your own risk.