(ONGOING . . .)
Always second to her twin sister, Marina "Marnie" Hayden has an urge to prove herself. Being stuck with her fathers last name means being treated differently than her sister at school, but looking like her father has her being treate...
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I followed behind Rory as we entered Luke's. "It's freezing." Rory told our Mom as if she wasn't just outside herself. They continue talking as I walk over to Luke. Luke is like my dad. Sure, I do have a dad, but he isn't involved with my life. Well, not that involved? I have his last name, so that involves him, in a way.
"Hey Luke," I greet him. He's filling up someone's cup of coffee. I watch as the warm coffee spills out and into the cup. He looks up and nods, "Hey Marnie." Then he gestures to the counter. I nod and walk away and around the counter, Luke following closely behind.
I reach in my pocket and fish out five dollars, putting it in the pocket of Luke's flannel before he can protest. I turn aroond and grab a donut and pop it in my mouth. I hold the donut with my teeth as I manuvour around Luke who was talking to my Mom. I grab a cup of coffee Luke had left behind the counter for me like always, not too warm but not too cold. I'm not sure how he does that.
I look up and some guy is talking to Rory, definitely too old for her. Unless he has money. But judging by the looks of him, he doesn't. "He's got quite a pair, this guy." I hear my mom say.
I start walking back to Rory, my Mom closely behind. "Yeah, I've never been through here before." I hear the guy say. Yuck, even his voice screams 'molester' "Oh, you have, too." My mom comes up behind him, Rory's coffee in her hand. I stand to the other side of the guy, taking a bite of my donut as I take it out of my mouth.
"Oh, hi." "Oh, hi. You really like my table, don't you?" My mom questions the guy. I finish chewing my bite and put my coffee on the table.