'Everyone knows about Rachel Berry. Broadway star, Emmy award winner, the girl with two gay dads and who was also an only child. News flash: she isn't an only child. Hey. I'm Lillie, and I'm Rachel's little sister. You don't know my story, but that's why I'm here to tell you ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ.'
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Lillie Berry is a Senior at William McKinley High. She, however, is the ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ opposite of her older sister, Rachel. She's head cheerio, one of the most popular girls in the school, and has no plans for the future whatsoever. The only thing that is similar between the two sisters is the Glee club.
She never thought that she would fall for someone easily, especially not someone in the glee club.
[I am not associated or affiliated with 'Glee' and do not own any of the original characters. All rights go to Fox TV Network, and Ryan Murphy, the correct owner and creator. I only own my OC.]
AUTHORS NOTE:-
Heyy! So, this is my first story so please don't be disappointed if it isn't as well-set out or detailed like some others, but I'm working on it. About the main character ~ in this story, Lillie is bisexual and struggles to come out, while having some homophobic comments thrown at her. I in no way support any of these comments whatsoever, as I am bisexual myself and I believe that people should be able to love who they want to love without fear of being criticised, abused or harassed. If you support any of this homophobia, you're impolitely reminded to fuck off and get a life🥰. That's all! <33
[This story contains some foul language, sex references, suicide references, and some slightly triggering descriptions about mental health problems]
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[13+]
[in progress]
[oc x Sam Evans]
[all rights reserved]
A Maybank and A Cameron? It's almost like a modern Romeo and Juliet. It's forbidden for them to be together. Could be the end of the world.
The stolen glances, the hidden feelings, the unspoken words, the secret meetings and the obvious hatred towards each other followed by constant conflicts and some hidden past that threatened them but there are always invisible strings tied and pulling them together no matter how hard the tides trying to pull and part them away from each other.