I think it’s time we got to the part where I ended up pregnant. Not that part. But the reason why I ended up sleeping with Hansol. It was the middle of Senior year. It was New Year’s Eve. Sara and I were walking in the strip mall. After five years of going through winter, I still haven’t gotten used to it. I hate the snow. I hate it when the wind blows my long thick dark hair about. I hate the fact that even though I’m brown, my nose gets pink.   “I can’t wait for the New Year.”Sara stated. As she fluffed her jet black shoulder length hair. Sara was fierce. She was confident and that just added more beauty to her.   “How come?”I asked as she applied some lip gloss to her pink lips.   “I have a New Year’s resolution.”Sara smiled.   “And what would that be?”I laughed. Sara never has a New Year’s Resolution.   “You think I’m too mean?”She asked. I blinked.   “Why are you asking me this?”   “Because I feel like I’m too harsh. Unapproachable. I’ve been on dates, but no guy ever sticks around for another.”Sara sighed.   “Well, to be honest you can difficult to be around.”I bit my lip.   “I knew it!”She wailed. “That’s why come tomorrow, I’m going to be the New Sara.”   “That’s great.”I supported.   “What about you? Any New Year’s Resolution? How about be extra good?”Sara teased.   “Very funny. If you must know, I’m going to start taking risks.”I glared.   “Risks?”Sara rose an eyebrow.   “Yes. Like you said, I’m too good. I’m