Chapter One

ARIA FINCH

I had a plan.

I always had a plan. Granted, that plan has changed on a few different occasions, but I always had something going for me.

Now I don’t have a plan anymore. In fact I have no idea what I’m doing, and I don’t even know how to form a plan anymore.

And, what I really don’t want to do is compromise.

I guess I’m kind of lying. I have a little bit of a plan, but it’s a plan that I’m extremely unhappy with. It’s a plan that was made for me, and that I didn’t exactly want. However, that’s because I couldn’t make a plan for myself.

So I like to say that I had a plan. A plan that my parents thought would be best for me and made me believe for a while that I wanted. Until I realized that I didn’t.

Their plan is made up of me going to the University of Minnesota in order to pursue a law degree to follow in my father’s footsteps. I used to really want to become a lawyer because I looked up to my father, but that was when I was more…naïve. Now I’ve made a mind for myself and I see things a little differently. Which led me to not wanting to go into law at all, and actually pursue another plan completely.

I mean, do I even really want to go to college anymore? If I’m not sure of what I want to do with my life then why would I go to college and just waste time and money? I think that’s a pretty good argument. Unless I do really want to go to college…This indecisive thing isn’t going so well.

So what I’m really trying to figure out is what the plan I do want consists of now. I’ve been wracking my brain for months, and yet I can’t form anything close to an actual plan.

That now leaves me without a plan…and that also leaves me terrified. 

Author's Note

Ignore grammar issues! Thank you for reading!