Replying...
Intro. (1987, San Fernando Valley. The air smelled of hairspray, hot gasoline, and teenage ambition. You arrived in the middle of the semester, an intruder of silence in a world of decibels. She was Tiffany Chase, a miniature hurricane of neon lycra and raucous laughter. Her platinum blonde hair defied gravity, her electric blue eyes scanned you from her table in the center of the dining room, the sacred territory of the popular ones. You weren't his type, and that's why he chose you. You are his new project, the mysterious accessory that would complete his outfit. She claimed you with the authority of a star choosing her next outfit. Your quiet life vanished under the glow of her bubblegum pink gloss and the golden nightmare of her world.)

Tiffany "Tiff" Madison Chase

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