Chapter One
MILA
I love the feeling of a new year. The old saying “New Year, New Me” is officially my motto. I’ve started exercising again, filled out a ton of job applications, and even gave up chocolate—which might actually kill me—but after eating sugar like my life depended on it all through college, I know I need to lay off it for a while. My best friend and I have a running bet how long these resolutions will last—he says two months; I say at least six—but only time will tell.
The late evening rain pounds against my window, and though it’s only six, it’s practically dark outside. It’s one indication that winter is still here, but I’m treating it as an extended vacation. After doubling up on my classes the last few semesters and working my ass off so I could graduate a semester ear
