Don't You Wish
Roxanne St. Claire
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When plain and unpopular Annie Nutter gets zapped by one of her dad's whacked-out inventions, she lands in a parallel universe where her life becomes picture-perfect. Now she's Ayla Monroe, daughter of the same mother but a different father—and she's the gorgeous, rich queen bee of her high school.
In this universe, Ayla lives in glitzy Miami instead of dreary Pittsburgh and has beaucoup bucks, courtesy of her billionaire—if usually absent—father. Her friends hit the clubs, party backstage at concerts, and take risks that are exhilirating . . . and illegal. Here she's got a date to lose her V-card with the hottest guy she's ever seen.
But on the insde, Ayla is still Annie.
So when she's offered the chance to leave the dream life and head home to Pittsburgh, will she take it?
The choice isn't as simple as you think.
From the Hardcover edition.
head to the side, her eyes narrowing in distrust. “You don’t have to do that.” “Do what?” “Put on this act.” “It’s not an act.” It’s a dream. Didn’t everyone else get the memo? “Why are you wearing that?” she asks. I automatically check for a bra strap showing, which would be what usually upsets Mom about a T-shirt. “Uh, because I like it?” “You told me you hated Juicy.” At two hundred dollars a pop? “Well, I took the tag off,” I say. “Did you want to return it?” Trent snorts and looks up
dresses, heady colognes, and a few spilled drinks block my way. But Taylor’s determined, and so am I. We meet in the middle and start moving to a song I’ve never heard and won’t remember. It has a beat, and because the gods of this fantasy world love me so much, I dance like Jennifer Lopez. As I turn, he takes my hands and pulls me into him. “You’re gorgeous,” he says, a little drunk, but the words still get me. “I know!” I add a silly giggle to soften the cockiness of it, but come on. I am
entertainment, and I sure as heck am not going to add to the swirling rumors with a confession like the one that’s on my lips. “See ya.” Charlie slides his hand out from under mine and walks away, and the soft buzz of students rises again. I watch him cross the cafeteria and pause at the door to the boys’ bathroom. He holds it open for the janitors who are leaving, then goes in. Feeling ridiculous and alone and foolish, I look down at my fries, which are cold and dry by now. I stare at them for
in front of it.” I’m a little dizzy. A little breathless and wobbly and stupefied as I stand in front of the mirror. Waves of déjà vu roll over me, making me nauseous. “Isn’t there a computer or iPhone to, like, run it?” I ask. Mel looks surprised and impressed. “Good question, young lady. I have incorporated the computer into the mirror. Think of it as a network of circuitry that’s already in place. Very delicate, of course, but when we manufacture the real thing, we’ll make it sturdier.”
distrustful look as he walks to the door. “Mr. Nutter, really, this has nothing to do with …” You. That’s not true. It has everything to do with him. “My mom.” He ignores the comment and heads outside. “Hello there!” I hear Jim’s boisterous, upbeat used-car-salesman’s voice. “I’m Jim Monroe. And I hear you’ve got a magic mirror, my friend.” I head out slowly, like I’m moving through water, wishing I could change the last two hours. Two days. Two weeks. I see them shake hands, Jim like he’s