Addison
“You just need a fresh start. A do-over,” my best friend, Lara, said as she flopped onto the couch I’d been crashing on for the past week. She wrestled my blanket away from me before tossing a white paper bag from the drugstore into my lap.
“What’s all this?” I grumbled, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
“The start of your new and improved life.”
I rifled inside the bag and pulled out a box of purple hair dye, a bottle of bright pink nail polish, and about a dozen fashion magazines—all with headlines screaming things like the number of ways I could “Get Him to Beg for More.”
As if.
I held up the box of hair dye and raised my eyebrows. “Seriously?”
“Sometimes new starts are drastic. I figured it was worth a try,” she said with a wink.
“And that if I didn’t want to dye my hair,
