

Tessie - Chapter 5 Full Chapter Five:Tessie - Chapter 5 Full by ~TessieFanClub
Ella
[ This chapter might not stay! It involves the second storyline idea I have. If I switch to the first storyline, this chapter may change. ]
Holly Ross
I don't know how you lie to yourself like that, said Ella, taking a sip of her streaming coffee. It's got to be unhealthy.
I shrugged. I want to know, but I don't want to ruin the suspense, either.
I think it's a girl.
Whatever you say, I sighed, cradling my bulging belly gently with both hands, my fingers intertwining.
Her name will be Ella Paige Ross, and she'll have my eyes, and my ha


Chapter 4 Rewritten AGAIN Chapter Four:Chapter 4 Rewritten AGAIN by ~TessieFanClub
Thomas Cunningham
Tessie Miller
It was seven seconds after I rang the doorbell when Mrs. Rogers opened the door, a warm smile on her face. Hi, Tessie, she greeted me. Hannah's upstairs.
Thanks, Mrs. Rogers, I said, and reached down to grab the bag I had dropped at my feet. It was awfully light for an entire week, but I always had my key to the house if I needed anything. Just as my hands were about to grab onto the handle, stronger hands replaced mine.
I looked up, feeling an embarrassed pink tint my cheeks. Oh, hey James...
He grinned as he slung my bag over hi


Tessie - Chapter 4 - rewritten Chapter Four:Tessie - Chapter 4 - rewritten by ~TessieFanClub
Tessie Becker
It was seven seconds after I rang the doorbell when Mrs. Miller opened the door, a warm smile on her face. Hi, Tessie, she greeted me. Abby's upstairs.
Thanks, Mrs. Miller, I said, and reached down to grab the bag I had dropped at my feet. It was awfully light for an entire week, but I always had my key to the house if I needed anything. Just as my hands were about to grab onto the handle, stronger hands replaced mine.
I looked up, feeling an embarrassed pink tint my cheeks. Oh, hey James...
He grinned as he slung my bag over his shoulder and grabbed


Chapters 1-3 rewritten Chapter 1: TessieChapters 1-3 rewritten by ~TessieFanClub
I sighed to myself, fighting the urge to roll my eyes.
Scented candles.
Glancing up once to make sure my mom wasn't watching, I quickly blew out the candle and fanned away the gentle, curling smoke with the back of my hand.
Wasn't it bad enough that there were air fresheners plugged into every outlet in the house? Not to mention the Windex. There was something else, wafting in from the living room... was it lemon scented wood polish? Trying to identify all of the different sources of these conflicting smells was going to give me a brain hemorrhage one of these days.
I crossed my arms uneasily, pulling them clo