Maturity. It was such a weird thing if Frey really thought about it. Looking back at the start of what would be considered the junior years of his life he would have cringed. When he was younger he was so bored. Nothing held his attention. As a result the younger Frey was brash, lashed out in fits of mischief that often went over board and landed him in detention. He constantly picked fights just for the hell of it. He also had no direction in his life what so ever. In all actuality Frey could look back and say with a straight face that he despised younger Frey. During those years he was headed nowhere decent that was for sure. Anything was done to cure that utter bored that he constantly felt. He wasn’t sure what had changed his life around. It wasn’t like he had some life changing even occur. It was more that he had realized there was nothing in that life, that it would just keep making him more and more bored. So, on a whim he had joined a club. Frey could say he was no longer that aimless young junior. During that club he had met friends. He had met chi and well that there was definitely a life changing event.
Frey began to socialize more instead of picking fights. He began to hang out with Chi and go star gazing or just watch them make jewelry. He started seriously thinking about what he wanted to do in life, and realized he wanted to be a hair stylist. So he had worked hard and proven himself and had gotten a job. He still wasn’t working with hair but it was something to work up to… and that club he had mentioned earlier. Well he was now the president of it. So many things had changed, and he supposed he was happier. Could one call that gaining Maturity? Maybe they could.
