Secret Sisters

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Aspyn's POV*

I woke up to the worst sound ever; my alarm clock.

"Get up, Aspyn. Our flight leaves in two hours!" I heard Cameron say.

I stayed over sths house because I was going with him on tour. It was only just this once though.

"Why so early?" I groaned and slowly got up.

"Because, we need to get to San Francisco by 10, and it's a 3 hour flight."

So I got up, did my "morning routine" and off I went with all the guys with my small bag.

"Taylor, stop!" I told my older brother who was messing around. Typical Taylor.

"Nope! Nope! Nope!" He jumped.

"Why am I related to you?" I shook my head.

He opened his mouth.

"Don't even talk!" I told him.

"Damn, Aspyn!" Aaron said.

"I know, I'm so nice when it comes to my- this child." I said, making sure I didn't call Taylor my brother.

"Yeah, so nice." Taylor said in the worlds WORST sarcastic tone.

"I know. I deserve an Oscar for being the nicest person in the world." I flicked my hair.

"How do you put up with that?" Taylor asked Cameron.

"She loves me more than you, she doesn't really do that." He said.

"You don't know how lucky you are!"

"Haha, very funny." I said in a way BETTER sarcastic tone than he'll be able to do.

"I know right, I'm the funniest person in the world!"

"Yeah, that's because everyone's knows your biggest joke."

"Oh really?"

"Yup! It's your life story. That's even funnier because you don't have one. I would offer you money to get a life, but no store can get one for you."

"Oh, she just got you!" Dylan told him. He was with us as a San Francisco special guest.

"She might of, but the flight attendant got her better." He smirked. How does Mrs flower bitch put up with that? But then, no one really likes her or Taylor, so I guess they were the perfect match. What if they create little creatures running around like baby dinosaurs that are as annoying as them. Maybe even worse! Oh gosh, I gotta stop thinking about the terrible future they have and start making fun of them after. I sound so nice!😂

Once we got to the plane, guess where I had to sit? Next to a freaking 6 year old with these dumb superhero toys and his sister who didn't even know what was going on. It didn't seem like she knew.

Why wasn't I sitting next to everyone else? Well, they all sat in the 'A' which had only 3 seats, and it was from seven to ten. I had to sit at number eleven,which was behind a wall. Why couldn't we just sit in two lines or something like that?

"Emmi, Emmi!" He kept taping on his sisters arm.

"What do you want, Daxton?" She turned to him.

"I need the washroom."

Finally, some time without him!

"Go tell Mom or Dad. I'm texting Avia."

I wonder if she was the girl my sister talked about. She had the blond hair and the same brother. They also had the same names.