I woke up in the morning, to Dad hovering over me and Cal. "Meds." I gagged down my medication, and so did Cal. We then strolled up to the hanger, and I saw Mom sprinting toward us alongside Grandpa, and a teenage girl closely followed.
"Oh my gosh!" Mom cried, "your safe!"
"Yeah!" I hugged her and Cal hugged Grandpa, "I guess..." We then swapped.
"Where's Olive?"Cal asked.
"Right here," the girl said.
"No fair! I'm the oldest one!" I smiled, and we embraced each other, but Cal ran, freaked out. Mom and I ran after him, and Mom consoled him, but when we got back to Aunt Michaela and Grandpa, she and Dad were crying. I started crying too, I knew what happened.
We got home, but it was... different. All of Cal and my things were gone! Olive had a cell-phone too!
Mom and Dad took Cal to the doctor, who was another passenger on flight 828! She said that his cell count was the same as before we left! And that there was a better treatment for him!
We got pretzels, and went home. Mom bought us new clothes and things, but they weren't the same.
Cal started Chemo, and yeah, everything seemed to be going pretty good.
Olive had apparently kept all of our stuff in an old storage unit!
I have been trying to stay out of triplet drama, but Cal and Olive have both come to me for advice on the other. Apparently Olive's dating Kevin, and she snuck out with him! And Cal snitched on Olive snuck out of her bedroom window! They both broke triplet code!
I was the oldest, and now I'm the middle triplet.
And I'm the triplet in the middle of the drama.
