Halls of Ivy

England

I am an Anglophobic- I cannot stand these Englishmen and the little English country they live in. I'm moving to a place I despise, would I make friends? Don't think so.

"B look! It's so cute and small" Zoe claims. Little sister, you know nothing of the men or the country we are flying to...

"I don't this cute quite fits the country, I'm more or less thinking ugly or perhaps disgusting"

"Oh snap out of it B, you can't be hating a country whilst living in it- that's totally not cool. That's like being married to a guy who you hate the thought of"

"I so can hate it... and why on earth do you always relate everything to love or marriage- you know I'm against these conventions" ugh why doesn't she understand?

"I bet you $100 you'll marry an Englishman after living here"

"First of all, I cannot encourage that bet because I wont be interested in such prude snobs and secondly darling, like you said were in their country- our currency is now in British Sterling Pound... not dollars!" and with that she sunk low in her seat ready for landing.

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"OMG why is it so cold?! Bella, help me with my backpack, its stuck in my hair!"

Urgh can these children do anything else which is practical i.e. looking after themselves rather than talk about the irrelevancies of life like marriage? We headed towards border control and security- surprisingly it was quicker than I thought and then headed for baggage claim. Once we got our luggage we entered the wide world of products all duty-free. God help me! Zoe lunged straight in the perfume section, spraying almost every scent she could get her hands on, I swear I seen her try on the guys aftershave or something.

"Calm down girl, we have 1 hour to look around before taxi pick-up, I repeat, 'look around' because you know we can't afford to be wasting our money on these luxuries- we have rent to pay"

"Technically B, you have apartment rent to pay, I however, am living with a group of university fresher's, paying half of what you are... therefore I can shop- and I will shop, bye". With that she ran off, I swear if I have her on a leash we would be on our way to our aunts quicker than her sassy mouth can say-

omg who is that. There, right in front of me, the most lucid yet seductive pair of eyes I have ever seen, not that I ever pay such attention to guys but my oh my his eyes, this rich hazel-y- caramel pair of eyes with iris' as white as marbles.

"What-chya doing sis" Zoe whispered making me jump out of my reverie.

"Oh I see you're staring at a perfume advert- that too of a guy... that too of a model- that too of an englishm-"

"Okay Okay I get it- wait what? An Englishman? He? This dude, an Englishman?"

"GOD YES B! Get with it, his name is Nate I think, around your age, model, I think he's a lecturer or something too, wait" she started to fish for something in her bag.

"Honestly, why are you telling me details, its not like I'll date him or whatever"

"Shut up B, Ah-Ha, here it is" pulling out her magazine she showed me his face that too with a really erm how do I put this, structured body? "So, he models and has recently taken interest in lecturing at a university here in England for grad students- hey! You're a grad student, maybe he'll teach you!"

"Right Z, like he out of all people will teach at my university"

"Bella don't call me that, reminds me of that asswipe Cam" Oh my here comes the waterworks.

"Shush, I'm sorry okay- it just slipped. C'mon lets get some Starbucks and get a taxi to Aunt Serafines" and with that we left. Heading straight for the caffeine out of the marvelous world of duty- free.

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This is revoltingness, absolutely gross. "What kind of fucking coffee is this? This is like watery stale coffee beans, slushed around and not grinded well"

That made her laugh. Okay she's going crazy, I grabbed the coffee out her hands and threw the cups in the trash. We know not to get that again. Grabbing our luggage we left for the wash of cold air and taxi- pickup lanes. Shouting the address to the driver we left for Aunt Serafines house.

The landscape is so dreary and dull- exactly the portrayal of these stuck-up tea-drinking creatures... guess that's pathetic fallacy for you. Straight in to Warwickshire, county full of well I don't even know, usually I would research the place but because my mind was brimming with the idea of moving to England I didn't spare much thought to think of this. Although, I'm not really living here but then again Serafine is-

"B stop stressing, I can sense your anxiety screaming to be let out of the car, here take your meds" she gave me my meds and I quickly downed them grabbing the water bottle. I need to calm down, otherwise mom would worry. Oh God MOM!

"Zoë, pass me my phone its in my bag under the seat". Hastily she gave it, probably seeing the stress and frowns spread across my face. I quickly dialed the landline and waited for the dial. Are you for real? Is this seriously happening to me now? I threw my phone back in to my bag, receiving a puzzled look from Zo "There is no frickin service in this dump like what on earth?!"

"Hey! What are you calling a dump?!"

Oh shit, the driver, I forgot the driver was British! "Nowhere just give me a break please". The car came to a pause in the middle of farmland, the taxi driver got out and opened our doors, he then opened the trunk and started taking our cases out. WHAT!

"Oi! What are you doing with our luggage?! We've paid reasonable amount of money for our fare, now get us to our destination please" making sure to stress the sarcasm on the please.

"Well if you haven't noticed lady, we are here- if you walk through that gated farm there's private residence just behind the trees which we are restricted to drive through. Now scurry on. Cheerio".

The driver drove off leaving two helplessly, tired yet independent women on a dried up piece of road having no idea on how to access this locked up gate.

"Did he just call us a piece of cereal, B?"

"As much as I hate the British and they're strange foreign language, I do know that cheerio means bye".

We slowly made our way to the iron gates and spotted an interface. Dialing up an old man proceeded to speak "Sander residence. May I ask who wishes to enter the residence?"

Holy shit since when did Aunt Serafine get a butler... actually since when did she get so rich?!

Zoe spoke our names and the gates were lifted then opened. Talk about Opulence. As we made our way to the entrance which might I add are two overly large sized, wooden elm, polished doors we rang the bell. An old gray headed man stood before us, allowing us to step in and took our coats off.