Over the phone, we discussed the perfect revenge plot.
1) Have one of my out of school girl friends seduce- that's a bit much- flirt with that mush- Emmett.
2) Since I gave Nathan 10 dollars per month, he ships a revenge box weekly. This one contains weed bubble gum, a smexy outfit (for my friend who will do the seducing, her name is Maggie), a video camera, spiked boots, hair ties that also double as hand cuffs, and a t-shirt that says "I Love Nathan Cressley".
3) Leave him naked in the woods.
Simple, I know. And the plan was in action.
The next morning, I woke up to the sound of...motorcycles and city life. What the fudge pops? Who abducted me? And why do they smell like cigarettes? Jolting up, I look around. My walls were painted gray, with 80s bands posters surrounding me. Ohnononononononono. Did I sleep with someone? Darn that must mean he was hot. But last time i checked all the boys I know are fugly. Nobody is in the bed with me, so carefully I stand up and look at the time. 5:00 am. Blinking drowsiness away, I look in the mirror. Heck to the naw. Who am I?
Staring back at me is a, might I mention nude, boy who is about my age, but who has olive skin, messy black and brown hair, and bluish gray eyes. He's hot. But hold on. WHAT CRUSTACEAN SLEEPS NAKED?! HAIL TO THE NAW. Going to the dresser, I pick out a sleeveless hoodie and some ripped jeans. I mean, if you turn into a ghost and possess a person that's hotter than flaming hot cheetos, you better look good. Wait. Then where is this dude gonna wake up?
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(Unknown POV)
"RAYLEE! WAKE UP! THE BUS IS HERE!" I hear someone yell from downstairs. But who the hockey pucks is Raylee? Blinking, I sit up and look down. Ohnonononononono. I HAVE BOOBS! Looking around, I grimace at the tacky decor. Holy tater tots. Motivation quotes are posted all over the pink walls. In a frame is a shirt that says "I Love Nathan Cressley". Pictures of this chick are posted around the room - some with darts in the face of the other person. I decide to change into a t-shirt and nothing else. What? I'm a drama queen. Wait. How do girls do hair? Whatever, I'll leave it in this nest. Midly terrified to see Raylee's family, I run downstairs and grab what I'm guessing is her backpack and lunch, and her keys and run outside. Flip. What school does she go to?
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(Raylee's POV)
It's been two hours and I am currently on a bus to Mason Herrick High, not far from where I, Raylee, go. My name is Dustin, but lawd help me. I don't think I can remember that. But all I hope for is that this school has good food.
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The Switch
Humorraylee and dustin are strangers, until one day they swap bodies, attack bimbos, crash a wedding, and threaten a mans goldfish. dont miss out in The Swap!
