13 Kids and Counting

Summary: The Collins/Roberts Family is pretty much your average Canadian family. They are big on the hockey, they love sports, they love Tim Horton's, they even fight over the bathrooms. Only, there are 15 of them.

With 7 brothers and sisters, Juliet Collins goes unnoticed pretty easy. It could be because her twin sister Brooklyn is head cheerleader and her older brother Harley is captain of the football team. Or maybe it has something to do with the fact that her mom just got remarried, to a guy with 5 kids who hate the Collin's kids guts.

Juliet knows things are about to become a fight for the fittest, and there isn't much that can stop it.

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Prologue:

You'd think a mother of 8 kids would be in her right mind if she was getting re-married. You'd think she was doing the right thing for her children.You'd be all for it.

Until you learn the guy she was marrying had 5 kids of his own. 5 spoiled rotten rich kids who hate my family's guts.

I watched as my mother kissed her new husband from my mother's side of the alter, which would have been for the bride's maids, but she choose to have all eight of us up there instead. Dean Roberts had his five kids in the spot across from us, all the girls holding a small bouquet of delicate flowers that looked as pretty as them. If only you knew the devils that hid underneath.

"Awweee," My twin sister, Brooklyn, gushed from my right, as I was technically older than her and we were lined up in order of age. Her long brown hair looked totally different from my blond hair, but her blue eyes matched mine.

Yeah, the kiss that sealed my fate for a life of torture was adorable. Note my sarcasm.

I snuck a glance over at the Roberts kids. The youngest, the tantrum-throwing, cute-factored hidden little screaming devil was 13; Gillian Roberts. Her long brown hair was curled beautifully, and matched the rest of the girls.

Next to her were twins Zach and Madeline, who were 15. They were both criminal masterminds, hidden behind their inhuman beauty. With flawless skin that was probably treated with thousand dollar skin care products and perfect solid black hair against their light complexion, they looked like angels. Looked.

Next was Belle Roberts, aged 16. Long, naturally tousled brown hair. Those deep brown eyes that looked innocent and friendly covered by long eyelashes. Her clear skin and perfect body. She was the perfect looking girl. And when we moved into our new house... she was my roommate. Sounds great, right? Wrong. Don't even get me started on her.

Finally was Emmett Roberts. The oldest at 18. Emmett was bulky and built, with his short cropped brown hair and handsome cheekbones. I'll admit; he was totally hot. But totally not worth it.

Belle caught my eye as the service was coming to a close. With a smirk on her lips, she slid her pointer finger across her neck, mouthing "Good luck sister".

Before I knew what was happening, our parents were walking down the isle. Before we left after them, Brooklyn let out a scream, throwing her bouquet down. Belle looked surprised.

It went quiet, and Brooklyn lunged at Belle. Pulling her hair, Brooklyn yanked Belle's head back. Belle responded quickly, grabbing Brooklyn's neck and tackling her to the ground trying to get the air out of her lungs. Maybe I should have mentioned before: Belle and Brooklyn were both captains of rival cheerleading teams. Now that we were being forced into the same school, they were battling it out. As a member of the team, I wasn't looking forward to try-outs.

Screams and yells from both girls echoed through the room, and my mom finally looked back. When she saw the girls rolling on the floor, pulling hair and clawing at eachother's necks, clothes and faces, she yelled and stormed over to them.

But she didn't make it to them. Emmett charged at my oldest brother Quentin. Quentin used to be our star quarterback when he was in school, before passing the title to Harley, my other older brother, when he left. Both Harley and Quentin were ready to defend themselves again Emmett's powerful charge, pushing my mom out of the way and down the platform stairs.

Yells were going back and forth between families as I stood there, sighing.

I'm Juliet Collins. Welcome to my life.