We were moving from our home in California, the only home I had known of for my whole life. Logan was driving, and I had my earbuds in, I was just sketching. We were moving to Canada. The triplets were messing around in the back, just having fun. "Eli?" asked Anthony. "Yeah?" I replied taking out one of the earbuds. "You okay?" he asked. Since I was the youngest, they were all protective of me, not to mention I was the only girl in the family. "Yeah T" I replied. Ever since I was young, when I couldn't really talk, I always called Anthony, T. He also goes by Tony with his friends but only I'm allowed to call him T. "Log?" asked Weston, well we all call him Wes, because, again it's easier to say than Weston. "Yeah Wes?" Logan replied. "Can we get some food? I'm dying from starvation right now." Wes asked. "Sure, Wes." Logan replied chuckling a little. "Can we go McDonalds? Pleaseeee?" Asked Colton. "Well what do you guys think?" Tony asked me and the triplets. A couple of "Sure's" came from the back of the car. "I'm fine with that." I replied.
