Author’s note

So yea, here’s the prologue of ‘Hard to Win’. :))

I’m quite proud of this one lol. I took around 2 weeks thinking about the characters through, so I hope I’ll get quite a good reaction from the readers.

If you want to check out the characters’ pictures and stuff, I suggest you guys go to my fictionpress profile and click on the homepage.

Soo…..enjoy the prologue! :)

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Hard to Win

-Prologue-

By : P.F Ally

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Gwen Hamilton is gorgeous, very agreeable, likeable, and pretty much full of surprises. With her brown hair and her big, wide hazel eyes, most boys find her attractive. Being the youngest sibling of the three Hamilton siblings, she, obviously, is the baby of the family. Not to mention her older siblings are male, which means that they’re protective of her.

Here’s some of Gwen’s childhood and early teenager life history.

At the tender age of nine, Gwen Hamilton was already capable of swearing. Needless to say, her mother was, simply put, shocked beyond words. When her mother asked her, “Who taught you how to swear, honey?” she innocently replied, “Steve did.”

Steve Hamilton, Gwen’s older brother by 5 minutes and 18 seconds, was grounded for the first time at the age of nine for teaching his fraternal twin to swear.

At the age of 12, Gwen punched a guy that teased her to the extent that the guy had a black eye. Gwen however, didn’t forget to say, “I should have added another black eye on that so-called-pretty face of yours so you’ll look like a freaking panda.” And again, her parents asked her, “Who taught you to be violent!?”

She rolled her eyes and said, “Joe did. He said that he’ll me to punch so I can take care of myself.” Mrs. Hamilton spun quickly to face Joe, who was standing right behind her. Joe’s bright blue eyes widen in horror, knowing what’s going to happen next.

Joe Hamilton, who was almost 2 years older than Gwen, had to listen to a 3-hour lecture about girls and violence from his mother.

At the age of 13, the Hamilton twins soon realized that they don’t look alike except for their brown hair, so they started to call each other names. Gwen called Steve a monkey, and Steve called Gwen a gorilla, knowing that that doesn’t mean insulting themselves because they looked utterly different. Their little bickering came to a stop when big older brother Joe came home.

With a friend.

The friend had unruly blond hair that clung to his face. With a grin on his face, he punched Joe playfully on the shoulder. Joe punched back.

Our Cole here was a few months younger than Joe, making him exactly a year and 8 months older than the twins do.

Not that the twins care if he’s older than they are.

Seeing Cole, Steve’s blue eyes lit up as he tackled Cole. “What took you so long, bro!?”, Steve says with much enthusiasm. Gwen stared disgustedly at the pair as she quickly settled to stand beside Joe, patting Joe on the shoulder as a ‘hi’.

Joe’s reaction towards the pair is another thing. It was pretty obvious he was upset (not to mention jealous), seeing that he quickly hugged Gwen as he muttered in a child like voice, “Welcome home, brother!”, sending a glance to Steve in the process as he continued in a deeper voice, “Yea, I’m home for you, little bro. I’m home. JUST. FOR. YOU.”

Joe let out the last three words with gritted teeth as he emphasized every single word. Gwen laughed lightly, but then she threw a peanut from God knows where to Cole’s head. “Oh, leave the poor boy alone, Cole.”

“Hey, G. It’s not my fault if Steve fell for me,” Cole said while flashing a smile. Gwen frowned. “Are you implying that my twin brother is gay?”

Joe snorted, Steve gaped, and Cole’s eyes widened in horror. He just offended the girl he liked. How stupid is that?

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. NO, I did not imply that,” Cole replies as he glanced at Joe. Joe knew that he liked his sister, so he asked him for help, hoping that Joe can get him out of this mess.

Looking at Gwen now, it was pretty obvious that she was mad at Cole. A little. I mean, who would want their twin to be called gay? You certainly don’t want your twin to be called gay, do you?

Gwen frowned, “I have two choices for you.”

“…options?” Cole said.

“Which one do you prefer? My knee giving a proper greeting to your pee-pee, or my knuckles giving your eyes bruises so you’ll look like a panda like when you were 14?”

“………”

That was the day when Cole started to think about Gwen non-stop.

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Author’s note:

So, did you guys enjoy that? Tell me what you guys think about it.

Hope you guys will review, and cookies anyone? xD

*credits to my friend, Aki Eschirott from FF for editing it for me. I owe you one mate XD *