5
My heart thumps in my chest as my mentor flies away leaving me on some island way out in the middle of nowhere. Sure this place looks like paradise, which is not something that anyone has ever said of Wisconsin, but right now I’d gladly trade it for the comforts of home.
I pretended for Edie that I was full of sass and confidence. The truth, though, is a little more complicated. And that truth is that I’m not at all sure I’ve got what it takes to win.
I take a deep breath and make myself repeat my new focus phrase.
I am beauty, I am grace. I will punch you in the face.
This has become my focus mantra since the end of the world. My old mantra was, Miss Teen Wisconsin or Bust, but sometimes ya gotta adjust your goals.
I’ve done a lot of that lately.
Six months ago I was just little
