Kimora is 17 and her life has taken a turn for the worse ever since she lost her Parents. Her father's second wife has become abusive and hasn't let her or her sister out of the house in five years.
One day it gets to be to much and the twins run a...
"Here we are." Alex says as we pull up outside my twin and I's old house.
"This place is massive." Tobin mumbles.
"Our Dad invented some revolutionary part for plane engines and he sold the design to one of the plane companies for a buttload of money." I say. "So he bought a nice house for us to live in."
"Now we need to sell it." Kyra says.
"After this camp we can help you two get in contact with a good realtor." Christen says.
"Okay." I say then we all get out of the car.
"THIS THE RIGHT PLACE?" Of the national team ladies shouts from a different car.
Kyra and I are packing up our stuff from our house today and our new parents' teammates are helping us move it from this house to Christen, Alex, and Tobin's house.
"YEAH." Alex shouts.
"Can I ask you two something?" Kyra questions as she looks at the LA natives.
"Of course." Christen says.
"Are your last names Heath as well?"
"They are." Alex says. "We just use our maiden names because it's what people know us as."
"We only went public with our marriage earlier this year also." Christen says.
"When'd you get married?" I ask.
"December of 2014." Tobin says as all of the national team ladies surround us.
"You two ready?" Alex asks.
Kyra and I nod then my sister holds my hand before we walk into the house.
"Can we just burn this place to the ground?" Kyra asks.
"That's arson Ky." I say.
"And?"
"You'd go to prison." I say as we walk down the hall to my bedroom.
Once at the bedroom I open the door then we head inside.
"She broke your bed." Kyra says.
I shrug because I don't care then we start packing up my room.
"Who's this Kimora?" Alex asks and points to a picture.
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"Our Dad." I say.
"What was his name?" Abby asks as I put the picture in my bag.
"In his profession he went by Brigadier General Ezekiel Dominic Douglas." Kyra says. "But we just called him Dad or Daddy."
"Brigadier General?" Someone asks.
"He was a Brigadier General in the United States Air Force and he flew for 21 years as apart of the 13th Fighter Squadron then he worked at the Air Force base in Colorado for a year in 2012 then we moved here so he could work at the Air Force base here in LA from 2013 to 2016."
