Prologue
This is a story loosly based on the parent trap. All characters are original and so is the plot.
Hannah's POV
Life in West Oak can be so boring, yet at other times it can be quite nice. Most of the people that you meet here are super friendly and welcoming. Other times, it's like watching the grass grow while eating melted ice cream. But if you're my family, life is just peachy! We're loaded to the brim and own a mansion as big as the White House.
Hello. Hello. Hello!
Yeah, yeah, I know what you're thinking, 'She's such a stereotype!' Yes, it's true, I'm a stereotype. But you should never judge a book by it's cover. I guess you learn to embrace it after a while.
My best friend Sidney stuck up for me in kindergarten when Brett, the mean kid, stuck my pencil in his gum and told the teacher I did it. I got in trouble for two things, 1) Chewing gum in school 2) Misusing an 'in good condition' pencil. Gosh, I hate him so much! There's been worse over the years, but I'll save you the rant.
Anywaays, Sidney is very pretty. She has all the boys swooning for her. Sidney's hair is a soft wavy brown at waist length. Her eyes are green and they sometimes the change to brown. It's kinda weird. (This can actually happen. I don't know about these specific colors, but eyes can change colors and then back to the original color.) She's average height and has small curves. Our saying is, "If you're given a loud voice, USE IT" If you haven't guessed, she does cheer and dance.
But that's enough about her.
You're here to learn about my fantastic life. Sarcasm was intended.
So basically on a warm Saturday afternoon at 1:47 p.m, my wonderful mother gave birth to a little girl named Hannah Marlene Bradshaw. That girl is me. Now my father at the time was only her boyfriend, but later they decided to-
"Heyyy kiddsss, I'm homeeeee!"
Okay well uhh-
"Isss anyoneeee hereee?"
Bye!
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Chapters will be longer, I just wanted the prologue to be a little short!
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General FictionHannah Bradshaw is your typical stereotype rich girl. She has everything that would make even the mayor drool.