KPOV
When we landed, I was starving. "Mom, I'm hungry!" I whined.
"Woah, Kate, you never whine! You must be really hungry!" Uncle Simon joked. I hate it when people joke about me. I scoweld. "Derek! She has your scowl!" I rolled my eyes "Chloe! She has your eye roll! She the perfect Chloe/Derek combo!"
"Shut up, Simon," Dad said.
"No, no, Derek, it's true, she has Chloe's eye roll and your scowl," Aunt Tori cut in.
"And Emma-Rose luckily has none of your evil genes," Dad laughed.
"Umm, Hello? Those were my mom's evil genes. Not mine," She argued.
"Well I can trust Emma-Rose not to knock out my daughter with a brick," Dad laughed.
"Hey, I was mad-" Mom cut her off.
"You guys are acting like you're 15 and 16 again! Remember our agreement to not bicker?" I asked.
"Oh my god, Chloe! That was a long time ago," Aunt Tori groaned.
"Well it still exists so stop!" She said.
"Fine," Aunt Tori murmered.
"Still hungry!" I said. Than I smelled something. Uh-oh. Dog. Me and Dad were in trouble. "Dad," I tugged on his shirt and pointed to a Pomeranian.
"I thought I smelled a rat," Dad pulled me behind him and just stood there. The dog whimpered and left.
"So that's the trick, huh," I said remembering the time Mom and Dad had to go see Grandma's grave, and I went to Emma-Rose's house, and I got attacked by a pitbull. I ran away screaming, I mean I was nine, the owner had to lift the dog up and leave apologizing.