College Fund

//Get A Room//

I was surprised that Bria let Esther sit in the passenger's seat next to her brother. I figured it was due to the fact that here in England, the cars drove on the wrong side of the road. Well, the wrong side of the road to us Canadians. Bria probably figured she'd have an easier time adjusting from the backseat, next to me.

"Did you get an international cell phone plan?" Bria asked as I buckled my seatbelts.

Oh my god. How did I forget about that? This far away from home, any text I sent would probably cost me $20!

"No! I didn't even think of that."

Bria shrugged. "You'll have to use a phone at the hotel to call and get set up for one. I'm surprised you didn't set one up, I thought you would have called Eric at least twenty times by now."

My heart sank. I forgot that I hadn't informed Bria about my dramatic breakup with Eric. I really didn't want to tell her now, with Esther and Will within earshot, but they seemed absorbed in their own conversation, and it didn't seem fair to keep lying to my best friend.

"I won't be calling Eric for a long time."

Bria's forehead creased in confusion. "What do you mean? I thought you two were really getting close."

"We broke up, if you can even call it that. We were never really dating anyway," I tried to make it sound like it was no big deal, I never really liked him anyway, I was moving on. Unfortunately, Bria had been my best friend for way too long to miss the pain in my voice.

Bria stared at me for a moment, before simply shaking her head. "You are an awful liar. I expect the full story later."

There was really nothing I could say to that. Bria would have her way, she always would. What was the point in wasting energy trying to argue with her?

"We're almost there," Will interrupted.

"Yay!" Bria squealed, and looked out the window. I followed suit, and looked out my own window. I've got to say, I was a bit disappointed. Not that there was anything wrong with London, per say, besides the fact that the cars were driving on the wrong side of the road, but it just didn't feel as different as I expected. I saw some random London citizens walking, and honestly, they looked like normal Canadians. I guess I just pictured Londoners as dramatic models with the pale skin and red lips, and that's not exactly what I was seeing. It wasn't bad, it was just...different.

We were driving along some small side streets, getting farther away from the centre of the city. I spotted lots of small boutiques and apartments, and a few streets later we pulled into the driveway leading to Esther's apartment.

"Here we are!" Esther sighed happily. "Finally home."

"Thank you so much for the ride and having us over," I told Esther and Will.

"Of course! You were so good to me on the plane, even after I was so rude to the both of you. It's the least I can do," she insisted.

"Yeah, Esther hasn't had any real friends since-"

"Shut up, Will," Esther barked, glaring at him so angrily he stopped mid-sentence.

There was awkward silence for a moment. I guess it was natural, for siblings to fight and disagree, I mean, but it felt weird watching Will and Esther argue since they seemed so close.

"Just-just come inside," Esther shook her head, as if to clear it, and then led the way to large lobby doors.

Bria and I followed closely behind, with Will bringing up the rear. He was wheeling two of Bria's suitcases behind him. I had my suitcase, and so did Esther, but Bria had already labelled Will as her slave, since she was wheeling only one of her bags.