I was walking along the streets of London one fine morning when my pocket began to vibrate. I took my phone out. Oh, Dad sent me a text. The words 'Rider, don't forget, your cousins are coming in today at Heathrow!' flashed across the screen. I quickly replied with 'Yeah, yeah, I'll pick them up.' As I pressed the send button, a familiar green creature flew by, tripping me along the way.

"Flying Mint Bunny? What are you doing?" I shouted at it. I heard a young girl's voice calling out from behind me.

"Minty...Minty, wait!" The words were barely intelligible. She was going after Flying Mint Bunny! I whirled around quickly, blocking her in the nick of time.

"Why are you chasing after my rabbit?" I asked her, as she tried to get past. Lucky for me, my athletic experience- and, ok, the height difference between the two of us- easily allowed me to keep her away.

"YOUR rabbit? I'm sorry, but- you can see him?" She cut herself off. Then she looked at me up and down. "What did you say your name was?"

"I didn't. I'm Rider Kirkland."

"Well, that can't be right!" the girl exclaimed.

"And why can't it?"

"I'm EMILY Kirkland!" I blinked as she said this. Then she added, "Well, we COULD just have the same surname, I suppose." Suggested the gir- I mean, Emily.

"Then how come you can see Flying Mi- WHAT THE?" I interrupted myself. Emily was crouching down, patting Flying Mint Bunny. "You can see him?" I continued.

"Well, of course, you git, he's right there. Ah, Minty~!" she began to cuddle the little creature. "He's so~ cute!"

"Who are you to call me a git?" I yelled at her. "And only Kirklands should be able to see Flying Mint Bunny!"

"Well, as I said before, I AM a Kirkland, and I'd like to know why I CAN'T call you a git, you bloody bugger." she spat in retaliation.

Wow. I couldn't beat that. Suddenly, Flying Mint Bunny left Emily's arms and sat on the ground. He pointed to the two of us and spoke.

"You two are BOTH Kirklands. Siblings! Descendants of the great Arthur Kirkland himself!"

We (meaning, of course, Emily and I) looked at each other as our eyes widened in realization. Oh, Dad. What have you been doing?

Oh, GREAT. This far into my part of the story and I almost forgot my introduction. Well, as you know, my name is Rider Kirkland. I'm 15, 2nd year high school. Captain of my school's football (soccer to you Americans) team.

Emily stood up and smoothed her clothes. A couple white petals fell out of her pocket.

"You dropped something." I said as I bent down to pick them up. I handed the daisies to her, and uttered a small "Thanks."

"Now, I must be going. I've got to pick up my 'cousins'." She said the word cousins using quotation signs with her hands. Then she waved and started off.

"Wait, Heathrow, right? I'll go with you." I chased after her. She turned around, a bit confused.

"How did you..?"

"Dad." We said in unison. As we waited for a cab, she asked me, "What are their names again? The twins?"

I scrolled through my phone messages to find the correct one. Once I did, I showed her the device.

"A and Z. Makes sense. Oh, they're James's siblings, I suppose." she muttered. I nodded in agreement.

"They represent opposite sides of the country." I stared at the plastic myself, reading the names letter by letter.

Aria and Zenna Jones.