"KIDS COME HERE." My mom yelled after she got off of work.
We walked down the stairs and she looked terrible.
"Yhea mom." I replied sitting on the leather chair
"I am sending you to live with your dad." Mom implied
"WHY?" Cris asked
"I don't want you around Michael and if I break up with him god knows what he will do to me. Kids please just go I can't risk your life. Your life is still long and full. I am 35 it's not like I am going to be around forever so I want you to trust me and leave." Mom said
"MOM I AM NOT GOING TO SOMEWHERE I DON'T KNOW, CHANGE SCHOOLS AND MEET A MAN I DON'T EVEN KNOW. TELL ME THIS, WAS IT YOUR CHOICE TO BLOCK HIM OUT OF OUR LIVES OR HIS?" I yelled
"Mine. Kids your dad is Simon Cowell, the judge you HATE on x-factor. He lives in London and since it's summer you will get the chance to meet knew people." Mom said
"MOM LONDON, THEY DON'T HAVE SOCCER OVER THERE." Cris yelled.
"Christopher you call yourself a sports fan Soccer in Britian is Football, They don't have Football over there. twat." I said wacking him in the back of the head.
"Ow. Sorry." He said
"Go pack Mark will be here in 4 hours I need you outta here in 2. Kids I love you I will call, text, and Skype as much as possible." Mom said scurrying up the steps.
We did what we were told and then we came pack. I had four zebra suitcases and my brother had five soccer ball suitcases.
"How the hell do I pack less than you?" I asked
"I dunno." he replied
Mom drove us to the airport. A few tear filled minutes later mostly me and mom Cris and I borded a plane to London, Yay us.
