Crank (Crank 1)

than a hearty glass of wine.

Not Sarah, my best friend since

fourth grade, or any of my

old crowd, all of whom lived by

the code of the D.A.R.E. pledge.

I really didn’t need to worry,

of course. All I had to do

was leave things up to Bree,

the goddess of persuasion.

Before I Continue

I just want to remind you

that turning into Bree

was a conscious decision

on my part. I never really

liked Kristina that much.

Oh, some things about her

were pretty cool—how she

was loyal to her family

and friends. How she loved

easily. How she was good

at any and all things artistic.

But she was such a brain,

with no sense of fashion

or any idea how to have fun.

So when fun presented

itself, I decided someone

new would have to take charge.

That someone was Bree.

I chose her name (not sure where

I got it), chose when to become her.