The Triple Move
Mackenzie
I can’t believe it, our plane just started, it roared loud and clear. We were leaving Europe. “I can’t wait to live in America,” I accidentally blurted out before I could stop myself. My identical sisters turned to stare at me. We were triplets.
Of course Lindsay spoke first. “What will it be like?” she asked me in a curious voice with wonder in her bright brown eyes.
Then, before I could say a word, Taylor replied, “You should know Kenzie, you're the only one who has been there.”
It was true, and I knew it, but it was only for travel soccer. So I loudly replied what any responsible little sister would do, “LOOK IT UP!”
To avoid a fight, I went on my phone as they did, but the only difference was that they played video games, while I practiced speaking English, from a YouTuber called ParisFan101. Not to brag, but after about 8 hours, I nailed it. So I put on a movie in English to practice the translation. I think it was called Inside Out, which took up most of the remaining time.
So, for the rest of the time, I just slept like a baby. I dreamed of being back in Paris in the Eiffel Tower having lunch with my sisters, and joining Zara, Kayla, and Rose, our best friends.
Mackenzie
“Wake up, Mackenzie,” Lindsay shouted at me.
“Ahhhhhhh!” I screamed noticing that the whole plane was staring at us.
“She had a spicy soup that was a little too spicy,” Taylor fibbed so they would all turn away.
“Okay, as I was trying to say we’ve landed in San Francisco,” half-whispered Lindsay.
“Maria, tell your sisters to be quiet,” mom told Taylor. (Taylor’s real name is Maria but she goes by her middle name).
“Okay, Lindsay, Kenzie.... BE QUIET!”
“Ready girls?” I heard dad say.
“Yep-eo,” we all said at once with our funniest faces on.
Before we knew it we were on the road and almost in Los Angeles. As we passed I saw some different things. For example, no castles. I could not believe dad was right. Anyway, about one and a half hours later I was getting tired of being my sister's language teacher. So I let my iPhone be their substitute teacher. I looked up once the mini video of what I was watching earlier had ended.
Automatically my eyes set on the sign that said, WELCOME TO LOS ANGELES! But, before I could say anything at all, Taylor faintly said, “Look Kenzie and Lindsay.”
“And by the way, thanks for teaching Lindsay and I how to speak English.” she said looking straight at Lindsay. “You’re welcome,” I half answered and half giggled. I could see the red in her cheeks flare. Then we all cracked up. I don’t blame her for mixing us up because we all used to be identical. But ever since Taylor got braces, and a blue strip in her hair when we all got pink, we haven't been identical. But at least Lindsay and I still look the same (when I hide my bangs) .
Finally I could hear my mom’s stern, but still happy voice say, “We're here girls.”
Lindsay
My German Shepherd, Reana was the first one to hop out of the car. She barked happily, as we all ran around in the yard. As soon as I got her favorite ball out of one of the million suitcases, I got knocked over, but I wasn't mad. After we got our dresses dirty we all raced inside. It was a tie.
I ran into my room. It was shaped like a pyramid with wooden walls and I could tell it would be the best room in the history of rooms. That is, once it was finished.
After mom and dad put our beds, couch, desks, and chairs in, we decorated. Dad put up the posters that we all had. In no time at all, the three walls were finished. All of our stuff was themed. Mine was pink, Taylor’s was blue, and Kenzie’s was purple.
I took out my iPhone and typed in my password (@PARIS). I went in my contacts and hit my brother Ryan´s contact and hit delete. Automatically I was crying. Ryan was drafted a year ago to fight in the war. We just found out that he didn’t make it a month ago. That was the main reason we moved to America.
Then, I finally typed in Kayla’s number. (777-655-227). Of course she answered. I gave her a mobile tour of my new home. I told her my new teacher's name was Mrs. Bricker and some more stuff, that was mostly boring until mom told me to go to bed since tomorrow was the first day of school. At least it was for our family. It was really the beginning of January.
Lindsay
“Wake up girls,” mom shouted across the house but we were already up and dressed. I raced my sisters down the stairs, ate my Fruit Loops, and put on my backpack.
I don't know why our parents had to move out of the continent. Why couldn't they just move to England? It was closer to Paris than America was. And why, why, why did we have to move in the middle of the year? It gave me the opportunity to get to know and love my teacher back in Paris, and now I missed her..
“Quick, girls,” I heard mom say.
As we headed out the door, I saw a bright yellow bus that was almost neon and said something C on it. We walked on the bus. I went first, as always. A large man introduced himself as Opaulo and welcomed us to C6. We found our assigned seats next to these nice girls in each of our classes. I sat with Stephanie Lookerson. And my sisters sat with Cosset and Vialisa, who goes by Via.
Guess what, Stephanie was really nice. Not at all like Mia, my bully at home, well, my old home. Anyway we were the last stop since we lived right down the street from the school. So it took no time at all to get there.
Once we arrived I saw a young woman whose name was Mrs. Bricker, she had long strawberry blond hair, sky blue eyes, and cherry red lipstick, I thought she looked like what Taylor Swift's twin sister would look like if she had one. I think she was around 20 years old.
After I told the class my name, Lindsay Elizabeth Parker, got my new seat next to Stephanie whom everyone called Annie, the rest of the day was a blur until recess.
At recess Annie told me to stay far away from her twin sister Victoria Lookerson who hated her name and went by Vicky. So she showed me her kindergarten photo. She had a big smile, blond pigtails, and freckles. We laughed hysterically
Then she said,“Sorry, not recent enough.” So she just pointed at a girl with black shaved side hair, a black leather tube top, dark purple lipstick, short black jeans, and let’s just say too much make up. I got a chill too big for my body and I felt so bad for Annie but much more for me. Then I thought I was daydreaming a nightmare, which I actually do a lot, but she really was strutting toward me.
“You new around here?” she asked with an evil grin.
“Yeah.”
“Well let me tell you the rights and wrongs of our school.”
“I'm fine, Tori, I don’t need your help,” I responded.
“My name is not Tori or Victoria, it’s Vicky you wimp. I'm glad you said no anyway. I wouldn't want to be seen with a dorky little miss goody two shoes. And BTW you sound like a bad actor and dress like last century. Happy is out and goth is in.” Then she just strutted away.
Now that must be like the bully, Mia from Paris, at this school, I thought. Trying to get a good distance from Vicky, Annie and I ran away but only I was crying.. we were at my house before I knew it. Annie and I went inside and played skywhale I even beat my record of 4011 while mom was calling Mrs Lookerson. Mrs Lookerson said that Annie was allowed to sleepover. I then knew living in Los Angeles was going to be like living on a roller coaster.
Taylor
Yesterday was Friday, also my first day at Mariaena Middle School. Since the beginning I liked the name because my name was really Maria not Taylor. I go by the name Taylor for two reasons:
It was my middle name, and it sounded more American.
Anyway at Mariena Middle School, I got Ms. June's which was also Vicky’s class. (I know, my sister Lindsay thinks she's the unlucky one.)
(If we all went by our middle names I would still be called Taylor, Lindsay would be Elizabeth, and Mackenzie would be Hazel.)
Well, I guess that she was a little bit unlucky. Just enough that one of my new BFF’S Cosset and I had to use our sling shots to make Vicky back off. Once our rocks hit her, Cosset grabbed my arm and we ran to her house (mansion). I called mom’s cell so she would come over to get me. My mom also made a friend, Mrs. A’Jaros (Cosette's mom) when she came to pick me up. They even planned for us little people to have a play date.
Right now, I'm at the play date. Cosette's mansion was very big and beautiful. Her pet poodle, Maisie was so cute. Her older sister, Ariana, who was 18 was annoying. That was my brother’s age (and not too far from 12). Lastly, her little sister, Lilah who was 4 years old was cute, but whiny.
Once we were in her humongous room I was in shock ( the good kind ) of how beautiful it was. It had one real gold and diamond chandelier. Diamonds, mini gold nuggets, and tiny pieces of silver covered her purple wall (the kind royals have). And an amazing royal pink canopy bed. Amazingly, it was the most organized room ever, especially her makeup shelf.
We played princess, but it did not feel fake. Then she showed me a picture of her cousin, Abigail Jarean who was royalty in a country in Asia I had never heard of called... sorry it's too hard to remember. Then my mom blew the moment by coming to pick me up, I had to get home.
Once we were home it was still crazy. Lindsay was still crying and Annie was trying to help. After that I don't remember anything because I took a cat nap.
Taylor
So, today is Sunday (my favorite day) and my sisters and our new friends are going out for ice-cream together. Yesterday I talked to Annie about inviting Vicky and to tell her I’d tell the principal about her if she didn't apologize to Lindsay. I think it might work too. And now is the time when I find out.
We were sitting at this Ice cream parlor waiting for our new friends, just as I imagined. Finally they were all there.
I ordered a hot double fudge brownie with Reese's ice cream which reminded me of my friend Rose ( I don't know why ) who was in Paris. It was her birthday party the day before I moved and today was her real birthday. My heart was crying, my brain was was sore and told me to fake go to the bathroom. So that is what I did,, in the bathroom I was crying my heart out. Just the thought about missing Rose’s birthday in Paris made me feel sick but I had to deal with it because today was about the Parker family (and our new friends). I wiped the dripping mascara off of my rosy cheeks and applied a new coat of makeup so it would still looked natural.
As I walked back inside the parlor Vicky and Lindsay were exchanging emails. It was amazing, for the first time since I met her, Vicky was acting like a normal tween girl.
One Month Later…
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