Separated by a Fence

Separated by a Fence (1)

 New story! Um yeah, I like the idea of this story, so let's see how it unfolds =)

Chapter One

◊Montana◊

‘Honey, are you dressed?” Mum yelled.

I rolled my eyes. “Yes Mum.’

I gazed at my reflection one more time. Purple summer dress and silver sandals. Perfect.

My older brother, Oliver popped his head through the doorway. “Yo Hannah, let’s go.”

Don’t ask me why he calls me Hannah, I’m sure you can already figure out. And for you slow people, Hannah Montana, does it ring a bell?

I’m sure it does.

“I’m coming,” I told him, smoothing down my brown hair.

I hurried after him, and we headed to the entrance of our house, where Mum, Seth (our step-dad) and our step-sister, Skyler and her boyfriend were waiting.

“Why are you so slow?” Mum sighed, swiping a strand of hair off her forehead.

Skyler chuckled. “Relax Ronnie, we’re teenage girls, it’s normal for girls to take a long time to get ready.”

I shot a grateful look to Skyler, who just flashed the thumbs-up sign to me, grinning. Skyler was twenty, and was like a big sister to me. She gave me these awesome tips on how to style my hair and which pieces of clothing looked good with what.

We were heading to a barbecue which was next-door. Unfortunately, it included Sam Taylor. My ultimate arch-enemy. And I was his ultimate arch-enemy. We hated each other. We resented each other. We loathed each other.

“Hi guys, thanks so much for coming!” gushed Mrs Taylor.

We headed out to the back, and my eyes fell upon Sam, who was leaning against a tree trunk, smirking.

My stomach churned. I swear, I can’t even remember the last time he actually genuinely smiled. All he does is smirk.

I made a beeline to the food table, immediately pouring myself a glass of orange cordial.

“Oooh, does just looking at me make you thirsty?” a cocky, arrogant, annoying voice rang out.

I didn’t turn around to face him, but just stood there, my back to Sam, gritting my teeth. “Screw off, Taylor.”

We called each other by our last names, since it was just so much easier.

“Now, don’t be mean, Crew,” teased Sam.

I whirled around, glaring at him. “Back off Taylor, otherwise I’ll make sure you don’t have any babies.”

Sam smirked. ‘That’s alright. I know you won’t do that, cuz’ then you can’t have any babies with me. And I’m sure you want to.”

I gritted my teeth, and stormed off. That boy would be the death of me.

***

“Hey Dana,” I grinned at Sam’s cute 7-year-old sister.

She grinned up at me. “MONNIE!”

She lifted her arms up, and I scooped her up, hoisting her up on my hip. “How are you Dana?”

“I got a new My Little Pony!” squealed Dana.

I smiled. “Oh, really?”

Dana nodded, eagerly. “I got....um....’