Hidden Crown

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Chapter 1:

Most people has wished they can have a twin sister, one that they can do everything with, share everything with and just be the type of pranksters that would go around fooling people. Yet those with a twin, it’s hell on earth. Especially my twin.

Montana Berry, or as society would see them as ‘Mrs Popular’. Obviously the head cheerleader, most popular girl at school and shamefully, most hottest too. But because of her label, she’s viewed that way since I look a lot like her, yet seen as someone who’s normal looking. Not hot nor ugly. I don’t mind it, it’s just how she rubs it in your face makes you want to pull her hair out till she’s bald with only a couple short curly hair strands.

I lean against the bathroom door banging repeatedly until that hoe gets out. How long does it take to do your makeup and hair, takes me five minutes. But for Montana, primer, liquid foundation, powder or as I love to call it ‘dirt’ then eye shadow, eyeliner and a whole lot of other junk. She’s just missing a candle and I would’ve celebrated my birthday every day.

“Hurry up Mona! We don’t have every day!” I yell for the billionth time.

“Piss off!”

I seriously hate sharing a bathroom with her. Thankfully my parents got some sense and separated our bedrooms but only giving us an adjoining bathroom to share.

“Seriously, baking a cake it quicker! She do that and wipe it on your face! At least it’ll give boys a reason to eat it!”

“Beauty takes time. You wouldn’t understand surely.” She opens the door and eyes me up and down then goes off into her room not before flicking her hair into my face.

“Pig.” I mutter and roll my eyes and head down to her door and locking it. “Beauty takes time,” I imitate her in a high pitched voice, “psh.”

Turning towards the mirror, I rolled my eyes. Beauty takes time, hah. Quickly applying eyeliner and mascara, not even bothering with the cake mix, I tie my hair up in a hair ponytail and then leave to get dressed. Tada! Not even two minutes.

I pull on my ripped black jeans and put on a a black singlet with a white LA tank top tied at the stomach. I grab a black bandana and tied it up then throwing on some black chucks, grab my bag and head down stairs.

I spot Mona already at the breakfast bar eating her fruit salad. She obviously was dressed like a slut with a short tight cream skirt and a cream loose tank top with a black crop top under. And don’t forget the heals!

“Looks like she came from a trash can,” Mona mutters.

“Looks like she’s selling herself to pigs,” I mutter and take a seat at the breakfast bar.

“Looks like I need to call the zoo keeper,” My brother, Jesse, mutters.

“Looks like you guys are going to be late for school if you don’t leave now,” My mum says coming into the kitchen to grab her phone.