Becoming Tessa Greyson

Becoming Tessa Greyson

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WpMetadataNoticeآخر تحديث: جمعة, يونـ ١٩, ٢٠١٥
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Lissa Smith, born and raised in New York is an average teenager, but let’s be real, is there really such a thing? She's not popular like the cheerleaders at school, neither is she geeky like the nerds. When Lissa's parents go out for the weekend, she and her friends decide to throw a full on teen party. Hardly remembering anything from the night before and trying to forget getting busted by her parents, she starts getting hearing message tones from her phone. Turns out she had created a fake account, naming herself Tessa Greyson, on some app called Neigh Chat. Who is this girl Tessa Greyson? Apparently she’s 17, blonde, and is from California. She scrolls down, intrigued by this illegal, drunk mistake and discovers a boy named Tristan Anderson has messaged her. She’s so surprised she reads the message and finds herself blushing, what surprises her even more is that she stays home the whole day, talking to him. “Lissa you can’t do this anymore! Not only is it illegal, but it’s not right! You’re leading yourself on! What happens when he finds out! What are you gonna do! You’re gonna get a criminal record! Does Tessa Greyson even exist! Whose photos are you even using?!” “Relax best friend! I have a plan. I’m becoming Tessa Greyson.”
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"You're just too much fun to mess with," he jokes, his smile transforming into a glowing smirk. My cheeks heat, but this time with anger. My tolerance has worn completely thin. "Would you let me go?" I ask spitefully. I feel like a broken record. He pushes off of the desk and takes a step back. Before I even realize what I'm doing, I slap him square across the cheek. Shock is plastered on his face, and I'm sure it is on mine too. I stand there in awe of what I just did. It was so sudden I'm not even sure I decided to do it but rather my indignation controlling me. Steadily, Damon's face morphs from shocked to entertained. I immediately regret my action, but I'm not completely stupid; I race for the door like there's no tomorrow. "You'll regret that!" I hear Damon yell as I'm running away. ~Sugar, spice, and everything nice~ A story about drama, sarcasm, love, and twists, with a little bad boy guilty pleasure mixed in between.

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