"Emma, Allen." John shouted. "Come on down! There's someone you have to see."

"God, why is he shouting in the morning?" Emma groaned, walking out of her room, her hair like that of a bird's nest making Allen squint away her drowsiness just so she could get a clear look at her sister. And when she did, she couldn't resist laughing, making Emma let out a growl at her, before she carded her fingers through her messy hair, trying to smooth down the tangled strands, before they walked down the stairs, both wanting to know why their dad was yelling for them at 7 in the morning.

They walked together...