When my dad finally got to our house, we had to take all of our luggage outside.
"Look at all of you, walking together and not fighting." My dad said, talking about me, Michelle, and Luke as we all were walking our of the doors.
"They were just fighting 2 minutes ago." My mom said, as she walked out of the house with Lana.
"We were not." Michelle snapped back.
"Oh shut it Michelle, you sound like your seven." I said, I was so angry about having to go to London.
"And you look like you haven't slept since 1902." Michelle said.
"Are you stupid? I wasn't even born then." I said, as I got into the car.
I was going to miss my house. But I had no choice... I had to go to London with my family.
"Okay girls, okay." My dad said. It was his calm way of telling me and Michelle we need to knock it off.
"Wait. Just one more thing." I said.
"What is it dear?" My mom asked.
"Yeah, what is it dear?" Michelle said, looking up from her iPhone.
"I swear Michelle if you keep talking I might shove that phone up your as..." I was cut off before I could finish my cuss word by my dad.
"Okay Kenz, what's your question?" He asked.
"Does Michelle even know my birthday?" I asked.
"I'm sure she does." My dad said.
I looked at Michelle.
"Or just sit there silent." I said, rolling my eyes.
"You said if I kept talking you would shove my phone up my... My butt. So I decided to stay quiet." She said.
"do you know my birthday?" I asked, getting irritated.
"March 16th, 1998." She said, sticking her tongue out at me.
"Are you stupid?" I asked.
"No. Your just mad I know your birthday!" She said, with a smirk on her face.
"My birthday is December 8th, 1999." I said.
Michelle just looked at me.
We both started laughing. It may not be funny that my own 17 year old sister doesn't know my birthday, but still it was hilarious to me and Michelle.
I put in my head phones and relaxed as my dad drove us to the Airport.
I so was not excited for this trip, well permanent trip to London.
But hey... Why not have some fun if you're forced to do something?
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Fanfiction{COMPLETED} Mackenzie King was the daughter of a famous football player, and a fashion designer. She was the 2nd king child, and was 15 years old. She has to move to London, from Los Angeles because of her moms work, which didn't matter to her fathe...
