I Love Hating You

I Love Hating You

SkittleSistersRHyper

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Last published Fri, Jan 8, 2016

Montana Hills doesn't like stereotype. She doesn't like the snobby blonde cheerleaders, the goofy, stupid and spoiled football jocks and she doesn't like the typical nerds that always have their head in a book; though she sympathies with that specific one. Why doesn't she like them, you ask? Because she has three siblings. The eldest being eighteen and in his last year of high school. His name is John Hills. Blonde and blue eyed and captain of the football team. Stereotype. The second eldest, Marie, eighteen as well and John's twin. She's blonde and blue eyed as well. Genetics, of course. No brains, but great cheer leading style. Stereotype. And then comes the third eldest. Seventeen year old Lilly, always with her head in a physics book. She's got the brains and the glasses. Blonde and blue eyed too, unfortunately. Stereotype. And then there's Montana. The normal one. She does not want to be a stereotype, so she goes from badass to sweet girl. Some people call her bipolar, she calls it being herself. No one dares go near her enough to understand her. Everyone except the resident bad boy of the school?

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