My name is Hope, and I'm going to die. I only have a few days-two weeks, tops. With the time I have left, I'm doing what I want, when I want. My plans are simple:
1) hang out in a fancy beach bungalow, sleeping in long past the break of dawn
2) drink until I'm numb
3) try to escape fate with a fancy magic spell that I have no business performing Magic doesn't exist, so of course the spell fails. But three...