(Sorry guys, this is really short; but I plan to update soon. Bare with me now!)
Chapter 5
Mandatory Funeral
"But I don't want to go to America!" Natalie Kabra bawled. Her tears stained her designer dress.
"Contain yourself, Natalie," her brother hissed.
"But Ian, do you even know what it's like there? Everywhere you turn your head, discounts, bargains, clearance sales!" Natalie wailed. She gripped Ian's arm for support.
"Do you really think that if we go to a funeral, it automatically means a shopping trip afterwards?" Ian scathed.
"I was hoping," Natalie replied, wiping her eyes on a monogrammed handkerchief.
"We will go as Mum and Dad said to. Kabras never fail," her brother reminded her.
"Well put," she approved," Come, let's get our outfits." Natalie was grinning now. Her teeth glinted in the dim light.
"I'll call the helicopter," Ian stood and reached into his pocket for his cell phone. He quickly entered his four-digit password, I-A-N-K, and gazed out of the dark window over the busy streets of England.
Hamilton Holt raised an eyebrow at the purple running suit his sister Reagan tossed to him.
"Special occasion," she explained as her twin Madison walked into the room wearing a purple running suit of her own. Hamilton laughed at Madison's rat's nest hair.
"Who died?" he joked.
"Grace Cahill," Reagan and Madison answered in unison. Hamilton frowned.
"You two serious?" he asked.
"Dead serious," Reagan replied. Madison laughed. "Good one!" she snorted. Madison raised her palm for a high-five. Reagan sighed, and slapped Madison's hand without expression.
"Why're we going, anyway? I barely remember the old woman," Hamilton frowned.
"Dad says it's important. Really important. Hope we can bully that Cahill kid," Madison tried unsuccessfully to pull her hair into pigtails.
"Here, I'll do it." Reagan sighed.
"Kids! Ready to crash a funeral?" the children heard their father call.
"How do you crash a funeral you are invited to?" Reagan muttered under her breath. Hamilton smiled at her grim humor.
"We'll give you some privacy then," Reagan muttered and walked off to get dressed into her purple running suit. Madison followed her out the door.
Hamilton somberly climbed into his purple outfit and walked into the bathroom. Hamilton combed his hair up to the center of his head: his usual shark look. Perfect.
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