"Do you believe in love at first sight?" Nancy, my best friend, asks me,
"No. You have to get to know someone before you think you love them. Otherwise if you knew you loved someone straight away you could just propose on the spot." I reply,
"Ha! Good thinking Marnie." Someone says from behind me. Nancy freezes and I spin around,
"Connor!" I say happily,
"Marnie, you know him?" My friend says, astonished,
"He's my-" I begin
"Foster brother." Connor interrupts. I smile and nod,
"Nancy, this is Connor. Connor this is my best friend, Nancy." I introduce them to each other. Connor nods at her and extends his hand for her to shake. She giggles and takes it. I roll my eyes. Both my foster siblings seem to have a knack of making the other gender fall at their feet. I, however, am ignored in the shadows of my siblings. Connor is tall and and wears dark, with deep brown hair and brown eyes. My sister, Bell, is tall with snow white skin, brown hair and she wears button-up coats with fancy hats and perfect dresses underneath. I have bright blonde hair, blue eyes and pale white skin. I also wear dresses, but wear my school uniform on regular occasions because I'm in school lots. Connor has brought our dog, Basil, with him to find me,
"Connor, why are you out here? I'm allowed to walk home by myself." I ask him. He puts on a silly expression,
"Oh my goodness look at the time! Where is that child? Connor, go look for your sister before your father gets back!" He says in a high pitched voice, imitating our mother. Nancy and I burst out laughing,
"What time is it? I should probably get back." Nancy asks,
"Quarter to five." Connor answered,
"Oops. Father comes back in an hour and fifteen minutes!" I giggle,
"Oh Marnie." Nancy shakes her head at me sympathetically. She knows how strict my father is, but I don't care if he shouts at me.
"Bell has a new dress." Connor sighs,
"Again? How many times has she brought one home?" I huff,
"Well, this one is in a smaller size, I think it's for you, Marnie." My brother raises his eyebrows,
"Oh lord." We start to walk home. After twenty minutes of walking, Nancy is tired,
"Marnie why did I let you talk me into going to the graveyard with you?" She moans,
"Calm down, we've only got ten-ish minutes before we're at your street." I say,
"No, Nancy's right. We've been walking for ages, let's get a cab." Connor replies. Satisfied at this, Nancy turns left onto the main road,
"I've a friend in the taxi business, we might even be able to grab a free ride. Don't get your hopes up though." Connor warns us. We look around,
"Um, not to be rude but, which one is your friends car?" Nancy stammers,
"I don't think he's here, Nanc." I tell her. Connor groans,
"Unfortunately you're right, Marnie. How could I be so forgetful? Today's Friday, he doesn't work on Fridays." Nancy sighs and mutters something about no chance of a free ride then. I laugh quietly at my friend. My brother leads us to a black motor car with a young man in the front,
"Good day, sir. Where do you and the ladies need taking to?" The taxi driver asks,
"Number 7 Mill Pond Lane, and then number 9 Wells Croft." Connor replies and takes out his wallet,
"Very well, sir. That would be 4 shillings." The driver holds out his hand and Connor presses the money into it. My friend and I squeeze into the back of the taxi and Nancy giggles and blushes at Connor all the way. Once again, I roll my eyes at her. She must be desperate if she's going after someone four years older than her. Nancy and I are fourteen, my foster sister Bell is sixteen, and Connor is eighteen. I don't know who my true family is, but I'm not sure if I care. I'm happy here with my foster family. Who knows, maybe if I was younger they'd adopt me properly. We have reached Mill Pond Lane, and Nancy is leaving us. I wave her goodbye and say I'll see her tomorrow, she says bye to me and then giggles and says bye to Connor. I smile and roll my eyes. Again.
We finally reach our own home, and we jump out. The taxi driver tries to get us to pay again, but unfortunately for him, Connor and I both have exceptional memory's. He sighs, pretending to be disappointed, then Connor and him both burst out laughing. I smile. The taxi drives away and Connor and I go inside our house.
"Be prepared for a long lecture of screeching." My brother sighs.
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Following traditions.
Algemene fictieIt's 1947 and a well-respected family is living in peace. The son is supposed to inherit the house, as traditions go, but he doesn't want to. He wants to pass it onto his younger and blood-related sister, but she's already looking at houses with her...
