The Magician of New York

Hello! My name is Leah. I live in New York with my Dad and my younger (so much younger) brother, Michael. My Dad, well, he's uh, kind of hard to describe, but I'll try my best to describe him. His hair is sandy and blonde. He likes to wear a jacket and a matching pair of jeans. His shoes are well, sometimes he wears boots, or maybe leather shoes? And Michael is about 8 years old, and I'm 15. Michael dyed his hair, because he doesn't like blonde hair. So, his hair is sandy, like Dad's, but his hair color is black. He likes wearing T-Shirts and shorts. He likes wearing sandals a lot, especially crocs, which is weird. And me, I have long straight blonde hair, and I often wear T-Shirts and a short skirt or leggings sometimes. I like wearing penny loafers, they're... comfy. Anyway, next week was going to have my 16th birthday in England, my hometown, even though I don't have an english accent, because me and Michael live in New York, and not England, though we usually visit for holidays. So we were at the Airport, and Michael was just too distracted, because he was playing his brand new PSP Go. I don't like video games, I think they just distract people, I mean a lot. So, Dad returned with 3 cans of Sprite, and we drank it together. "Dad, do you even realize a little that our plane is going to fly in about 30 minutes and you haven't even got prepared?" I asked. Dad didn't look suprised, "No Leah. We already missed it." But he looked calm, well I DIDN'T!!! "What do you mean Dad, what are we going to ride to England? You didn't bought tickets didn't you?" I asked again. Dad nodded slowly. Ugh!! My Dad is such a ruiner! Trust me, this isn't the first time, and we've had way much worse situations than this. "Don't worry kids, Dad ordered a boat to take us there." Dad answered calmly. I was getting suspicious on him. And then we left the airport with a cab and gone to the nearest pier. "That's the boat?" Michael pointed at the sailing boat. Dad nodded. "Dad, it's going to take us days with this rubbish!" I said angrily. Dad just said, "come on kids. Hop on!" I can't believe him. But I went inside anyway. The boat was totally dirty and trashy. It turns out that Dad is the one who's going to drive the boat, with no paddle.