My name is Hunter. It smells like the forest. It tastes like plants. It feels like trees. It moves like the wind in the trees. It's in the forest it's in a field. It smells like moss it smells like plants. 

Hunter, it’s like a pine tree the tree is sticky and the name is sticky they are both things you can’t forget. It is rough like harsh winds. the name has a hard T. it separates the name like hash winds blowing through the trees. 

Hunter, it looks best in green when I think of it I see it in green, not in any other color just green. The color green is the color of pine needles dark green but not too dark and not too light its the perfect ton and shade. 

Hunter. Someone who goes into the forest to find animals. It also stands for hunting—someone or an animal that hunts. But I don't Hunt. I don’t like hunting. My family is people who love hunting. 

My family, people who love fishing, hunting, and spending tons of time in the forest. But the kid named Hunter is the opposite of them all. Doesn’t like fishing doesn’t like Hunting. One thing I do like is the forest I don't like spending a lot of time in the forest but I like it.

My name’s not the right fit. It doesn’t match me as a person. I am the opposite. I would like a different name—but I don’t even know what I would want it to be. 

But if I had a different Name I wouldn’t be Hunter. The name makes me who I am. Without the name, I wouldn't be Hunter I would be someone else. I don’t know who I would be without my name I would be someone completely different. 

If you meet me my name is already the opposite of that. I am not a hunter I am not that outdoorsy I like the city I like the ocean I don’t like the country I don't like how quiet it is I don't like how far away everything is. I don’t like guns.