Everyone's heard the saying that you don't find love; it finds you. In Love Emerson's case, love didn't just find her; it literally knocked her off her feet.
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ʜᴀʀʀʏ ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ ʙᴜᴛ ʟᴀᴄᴋꜱ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ'ꜱ ꜱᴋɪʟʟꜱ.
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"This is not the way, you daft shit." Yelled Kiara from the back seat at Ezra, the one behind the wheel.
"Oh god, we're all gonna die." Shouted Ezra tensing up, his eyes big as a plate and his hands turned white as the grip of the wheel tightened. "Help!!"
"You're stressing him out, Kiara." Tara glances back, glaring at her sister. "Shut up."
"I'm seeing it as it is." Kiara shrugged nonchalantly, looking out the window.
Tara sighs tiredly, turning back to Ezra. "You're doing well, Ez. Just take the next left."
Ezra nods, letting out a breath, his finger loosening. "Okay, okay."
"...I'm going to be late." Love stressed out, popping her head in between seats to look at her older sister and brother.
Ezra groaned again, head falling back. "You'll miss your train, and it's gonna be my fault."
"She won't, it's only 10:20," Tara said in exasperation, pushing Love's head back. "You'll be fine, Love."
Kiara rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. "If it weren't for someone who decided to pass to Bloody KFC for chicken —"
"Kiara, I'm a man in growing and I need my daily dose of fast food, you know that." Whines Ezra, glancing at her through the mirror.
"Boy, more like and It's ten in the morning." She huffed, glancing back at him. "How did you expect to find KFC open at ten in the morning?"
"There was a chicken place back in Singapore that opened early." Ezra points out, trying to turn his head to look at Kiara. "My hopes were crushed, bloody western culture."
Tara moved his head to the front. "Eyes on the road."
"Bottom line is you should've let me drive," Kiara muttered.
"He needs to practice," Tara tells her calmly.
"Yeah, well, he's going to kill us all," Kiara said, using her finger to flick the back of Ezra's ears he grunted in annoyance, moving his hand to the back of his head to try and slap her hand off, although her hand wasn't there anymore. "I can see the headlines in the paper; the lovely daughters of the entrepreneur Evangeline Emerson and famous neurosurgeon Amani Emerson died in a car crash all thanks to their daft son, Ezra Emerson who lacked some sense of direction."
"Stop." The other three Emersons snapped back at her, all in different tones, Tara sounded like her mum when she scolds them, Ezra sounded like he was about to cry and Love was just tired of her sister's antics.
Love slumped back on the leather seat turning her head to look at the passing urban scenery, ignoring her siblings' argument and silently wondering to herself if she was actually going to make it to Hogwarts this year.
