This Will Take Some Explaining

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic

Addison Bingham's life has more twists in it than a dance routine, and she can hardly keep up. When she finds herself stuck in Chesnee, South Carolina via NYC, her life changes more than just her zip code. After a few mix ups that get her mistaken for being a boy, she has to find a way to be both twins at the same time, and their non-existent brother. She finds herself falling deeper and deeper for the a new boy, but how long can she keep her secret, one that will completely destroy their relationship? With help from her best friend, Addison is battling more than just teen girl troubles. Welcome to dealing with the problems of both genders, and when the hell can she get out of Nowhere Ville, The South?

Chapter 1 (v.1) - In Which This Will Take Some Explaining

Submitted: July 30, 2013

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Submitted: July 30, 2013



I looked around at all my friends, some glaring at me, some with their mouths gaping wide open out of surprise. I clutched a black hat with a red and gold emblem on it in my hand. My dad looked at me with eyes of surprise, shock, and almost betrayal. My mother was glaring at me in disgust. Andy was the only one who showed my sympathy, she picked up Peter, who showed me nothing other than the joy of seeing my face and curiosity. He was still too young to understand. Thats when He walked out.

“What’s going-what the fuck?!” His stare was the most painful.

“WAIT! I can explain.” I cried, tears threatening to burst from my eyes. I blinked a few times to keep them back. Some people rolled their eyes. Others scoffed indignantly. Still others gave me looks where I could see their trust in me breaking in their eyes.

“Then fucking explain!” He shouted. Anger. Pain. Betrayal.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered. I was wearing one high heel, the other clutched in my hand along with Owen’s old TShirt. I had a party dress on, and just beneath the hemline, you could see a pair of basketball shorts peaking through. My sneakers were two feet away, lying discarded. They saw me pull my hat off. Let my hair down. They caught me in the middle of changing. Changing my clothes, my personality, my life. This surprise party had a little too much surprise, and not enough party. I took a deep breath to being to explain, where to start, where to start... I was screwed.

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