I watched the raindrops as they danced down the window pane. I sighed, wondering when the summer weather would come. For the first two weeks of summer vacation, there had been nothing but rain. So far, I was not impressed with Wisconsin. Cold winter, rainy summer. My skin was still pale, and I longed for the deep bronze color my skin had always become early in the summer. As I stared through the blurred glass, all I could think about was the love I had wanted to feel since I could remember. This is it, I thought, this summer is the one.

Late last summer, I had moved into a new house, a new city, and was ready to reinvent myself. At my old school, I was known for the parties I threw and attended every weekend. I would do anything with any boy and hadn't had my virginity since eighth grade. Of course, all good things come to an end and my reining popularity had ended due to my parents uprooting my life and moving me to some small town in Wisconsin. I was sick of my whorish image and decided that I would clean up my act. I knew it would be a challenge, but I had convinced myself that it was for the best.

I had easily made friends early on. My charming personality and almost flawless looks (wink wink) made me seem like the perfect girl who knew other things besides the best place to get drunk and not get caught. I effortlessly (ha) fit in with the most well-known and popular kids at my new school.