Chapter Twenty-Three

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Penny's PoV

I book the tickets to Australia the next morning.

"YASSSSthankyou!!" gushes Adria.

"No problem, I always wanted to visit Australia," I smile.

"I'm so happy for you guys," Clover says.

(We called her dad yesterday and told him the situation, and he shouted he doesn't care and that if she wants she can stay with us for as long as we want. Sadly, we'll have to bring her to her dad when we leave for Melbourne as I couldn't afford a ticket for her)

"I wish you could come with!" Abby says.

Avril Googles some pictures of Australia. "Ooooh! Look at that white thing! Isn't that the opera house or something? Are we going to see it?"

"That's in Sydney. We're going to go to Melbourne." I explain. Avril moans.

"Ughh! There isn't anything in Melbourne that I wanna visit other than mum," she groans.

I type in 'Melbourne, Australia' and show Avril the pictures. She gasps in delight.

"Oooooh! That's pretty!" she stares at the pictures and her smile widens. "So when exactly are we leaving?"

"Next Wednesday," I reply.

"That's in... FOUR DAYS! WE GOTTA PACK OUR BAGS! EEEEEEEEK!" Adria shrieks, and all three triplets run towards their room. Clover smiles (So much good vibes today).

"Make sure to take pics for me," she says.

"Duh I will! That's my job! Literally." I smile on the outside, but on the inside I'm taking in all the latest 'memories': Chris, Noah, The kids, everything.

Clover's PoV

I walk into the triplets' room, taking in what what they're doing and stuff, hidden behind the shadow of their closet.

"This is gonna be ze best holiday eva! Bonjour!"

"We're not going to France, idiot."

"I know that! I thought they talk French in Aussie," Adria looks deep in thought. "Which language do they speak? Australian? Au de etta mes teria ohak!"

"What the heck are you saying? That sounds like gibberish." Avril says, "Abby, tell her what language they talk in Aussie."

"They speak English, nutjob."

"Yes! Wait... They do? I thought it was German. Gluten Tag! Lynx are beaten!" (a/n get what I was trying to say? 😂 Sorry if I offended you, I'm just trying to be...weird)

"You two are total weirdos," Abby sighs, and screams when she sees me in the corner. "HELP, IT'S THE DARK ANGEL! PLEASE DONT KILL ME!"

"It's just me," I say, coming out of the shadow. Abby sighs in relief.

"Who's the weirdo now?" Avril says, sticking her tongue at her.

"Whatever," Abby huffs, "Seriously, though, you should lose the witch outfit."

"It's not a witch outfit, it's a goth outfit. My personal style that I like to call, Goth Chic!"

They look at me as If I lost my mind.

"Riiiiiiight. Whatever." Adria continues to pack her bags, followed by her sisters.

I walk out of the room, sorta embarrassed.


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A/N hiii! Sorry if the chapter is a little boring and rushed 😅 For the next one I'll just skip to the trip to Australia.

~ Meow5210 🌹

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