"Hi, my name is Cleo Braxton and I just eighteen years old." I say and I tuck a piece of blonde hair behind my ear. "I'm not on board with this idea of finding my 'love' by a letter and I'd prefer to be alone. That's what I'm used to." I say firmly. "I'm independent and stubborn, not good characteristics at all, and I enjoy causing problems. I'm straight and I have no preference on who I get. As I said, I'd be fine with no one."