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Chapter 3. A whole lot of flying.
Tyler, Sophie's twin brother, awoke at 5:00am, he got up and went into Sophie's bedroom, rock music filling his ears.
"Sophie get up we gotta go" he said shaking Sophie awake. Sophie let out a groan and before she started her 'i-wont-get-up-you'll-have-to-pull-me-out-' everyday routine she remembered why her brother had come to wake her up at this ungodly hour.
Sophie got up, her wavy chocolate brown hair kind of all over the place, she was wearing her plaid flannel pants and a black Ramones shirt. she told Tyler to get ready and to get out of her room.
Sophie went in her bathroom, and turned on her muisc louder as she turned on her shower and stepped in.
Afer washing her hair and rinsing it out Sophie got out and toweled it dry. She then proceeded to get dressed. She grabbed a semi-torn jean skirt and a white Nirvana shirt along with her low, black Chuck Taylor's. She left her hair down and applied a little eyeliner and some lip-gloss.
She put her necessities in their bag and put that smaller bag in her carry on and set off to find her brother.
"Tyler are you done?" she asked a she stepped inside his room. Tyler was wearing baggy black shorts, white and green Etnies shoes, and a green Volcom shirt.His sort of shaggy, brown hair wet from the shower. He too was closing his carry on.
"Yeah, let's go" he said grabbing his carry on and his suitcase as Sophie left to her room to do the same.
They met downstairs in their grand kitchen, they each grabbed a giant cup of coffee and loaded their bags on the taxi cab waiting outside as thei left for LAX airport.