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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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"We should check if she's up. Just in case." I tell Rory. I had been ready for two hours and Rory had been for one. Rory just nods and we make our way upstairs. As she opens Mom's door, we see her completely asleep.
"Mom!" Rory's voice rings in my ears. It's too early to be this loud. Mom jumps and flips over. "What? God. Hi."
"What are you doing?!" Rory is still very loud. "Having a heart attack." Mom turns back over. I roll my eyes and Rory looks at me. I point at Mom and then point my finger up before leaving the room.
I speed to my own room and double check everything in my bag. Realizing I don't have a book and will inevitably be doing nothing at lunch, I run my fingers across my bookshelf, glancing at the spines.
"Marnie! Lets go!" I hear Rory's voice echo throughout the house. I groan and just grab whatever book was closest, holding it in my arms as I throw my bag over my shoulder.
As I walk down the stairs and see Mom's outfit, my eyebrows raise. "I didn't know the rodeo was in town." I say. "Alright, that's it. I'm bringing the baby pictures." Mom moves quickly and grabs a picture of me and Rory in the bath when we were younger.
"No! I'm sorry!" I call after her, following Rory outside. "I love the rodeo! The rodeo rules." Rory begged.
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"I remember it being smaller." "Yeah." "And less.. off with their heads." "Yeah."
I listen to Mom and Rory's words. Sort of. It was only now that I was really realizing I was going to a completely new school. I probably wouldn't be able to follow Rory around everywhere. But that didn't mean I had to make friends. I'd just have to be friendly and make sure people don't have a problem with the girl that doesn't talk. Damn. I would probably have to talk. If not infront of the whole class than at least to some teachers.
"You look great." I hear Mom tell Rory. Over the years, I had accepted the fact that Stars Hollow, and my Grandparents, would always prefer Rory, the twin who was more outgoing, smarter, and talkative, over me. The twin that kept to herself, didn't talk and I'm not going to say I'm not smart, because you kind of have to be to get into Chilton. But everyone would always like Rory more, and that's fine with me, because I hate being the center of attention. But sometimes I wish that it wasn't like that with Mom too.
After more talking from Rory and Mom, they start getting out of the car, so I do the same. Wiping my sweaty hands on my skirt, I pull my bag infront of me and carefully put my book in it, not looking at the cover yet. It'd be a suprise.
