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Ongoing, First published Apr 01, 2017
Jessica Kaye is your average American teenager. 
Amelia Price is a famous actress from England. 

Neither of them knows the other exists-- and they look exactly the same. What happens when a chance encounter leaves them both with the same crazy idea?

* * * * * *

"It could work, at least for a few months or so. That's all I need," she said quietly.

I cast a glance at the ballroom behind us, watching the host of beautiful celebrities around me. I thought briefly of my parents, of the small yet lovely life I was leaving behind me and of the glamorous, exciting life I had always dreamed of presented before me.

I looked her in the eyes, and I saw more than hope: I saw the same ocean blue eyes that greet me in the mirror every morning.

"Why not," I said with a small smile. "Let's do it."
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The High Life

47 parts Complete Mature

Maddy, Cat, Isabelle and Lucy. Our lives are a whirlwind of parties, sex, drinking and drugs, all wrapped up in a billion-dollar bow. We're the it girls of New York, and it's not as glamorous as you think. People say more money, more problems, but for me, it's more money and one problem. One that I can't escape. *** I thought it was a cruel prank someone had played on me, but after going so long without one, I thought I had moved past it. I had done the work with my therapist, working through the constant anxiety, stress and paranoia I experienced after just two incidents. I thought I had managed it, that I had overcome it. But here I was. Kneeling on the floor, unable to move while my blood stained our new carpet. Right back at square one.