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Chicago- Alvers household"Lance, like, come here!" the bubbly brunette, known as Kitty, called to her husband.
"What?" he came over to her. She handed him a letter.
"It's, like, from the Professor. He, like, wants us to go back, like, to Westchester. He says it's like, totally urgent," she informed him, ever the valley girl. He nodded.
"Okay then. We should get going, let's gather the kids."
"Jack! Karen!" yelled Kitty. A girl that looked exactly like Kitty, at sixteen, phased through the door of her room.
"Yeah?"
"Karen, where's your brother?" Lance asked.
"Right here," said a fifteen-year-old boy, obviously Jack, dressed up as a rebel, looking pretty much like his father, with the dark hair and dark eyes. He took a drag from the cigarette in his hand, Kitty's eyes widened.
"Jack Evan Alvers! Are you smoking!" Kitty screamed.
"What does it look like, mother?" he said in a badass tone of voice. He took another drag of his cigarette.
"Don't speak to your mother like that," Lance reprimanded, giving his son a stern look.
"I'll speak to her whatever way I want," Jack shot back.
"That's it! Enough! Jack, you're grounded. This is a non-smoking household, and you will respect my rules. We are all going on a trip to Westchester for a while. Now I suggest you go pack your things," Kitty said. She didn't speak like a valley girl, so you could tell she was serious and really angry. The two kids just stood there, staring at their mother, who had never blown up like that before.
"Now! Before we leave without you!" she screamed. Lance went over and took Jack's cigarette and put it out. The two frightened teens scrambled to their rooms to pack.
"It's okay Kitty, calm down now," Lance put his arm around her and led her to their room. "Now let's pack."