Brianna's POV

  While walking home after school, I text Will.

[email protected]: Can you chaperone for a field trip?

[email protected]: Sure where to?

[email protected]: Los Angeles

[email protected]: More information and permission slips come home tomorrow.

[email protected]: Ok, tell mom though. I think she's leaving for a business trip tomorrow or something. Won't be back till a week or two I think.

[email protected]: Ok, thanks William!

Bri went offline

[email protected]: Don't call me William, Brianna! Ugh, sisters

Bri is online

[email protected]: Excuuuuse me?

Will went offline

[email protected]: (￣Д￣)ﾉ

Bri went offline

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"Ok class, I'll be handing out permission slips and extra information today," Mr. Paisley says. "Again, we are leaving on Monday. You must be here by 7:30 am at the latest, 7:00 being the earliest. We leave campus at 7:45. We will reach Arcadia by Friday evening. Are there any questions before I continue on?" The class is silent. "Good. Brianna, can you pass out these papers?"

I jump in my seat from hearing my name being called. "M-me?" I stutter.

"I don't see any other Briannas in the class."

"Oh, right." I get up and take the papers from his hand.

"Ok, as I was saying, we will be going to the Los Angeles Art Museum. We will be there for five days, each day being a different part of the museum we look at. Now, this part is quite odd, but we have rented out apartments for you students to share. You can have a maximum of six people per room as there are six beds. Yes, the rooms are very big. Is everyone clear?" I'm so engrossed it what he's saying that I don't pay attention while handing out the other paper. I feel a slight sting in my right index finger. Ugh, not another stupid paper cut! Paper is evil!

"You will need to bring your clothes and special needs. If you take any special vitamins or pills, please tell us ASAP. Schedules will be handed out on the bus. Everybody clear?" By the time he says this, I'm already back in my seat looking through the papers I handed out. Looks like the apartments are by the beach. We're definitely going there sometime.

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"Mom! Dad! Will! I'm home!" I shout as I drop my backpack on the ground. That thing is a pain in your shoulders, lemme tell you that.

"I'm in the kitchen!" I hear my mom say. "You're dad is with me too! Will is upstairs on a Skype call!" I walk into the kitchen and my mom is putting something into the oven while my dad sips a drink, which I'm guessing is Coke.

"Mom, dad?" I say.

"Yes, Bri?" My dad says, putting the glass down on the flag countertop.

"There's a field trip to Los Angeles for art. It's kind of a end of the year thing I guess. I was wondering if I could go. Will already said he would chaperone," I say a little too quickly.

"Of course, honey!" My mom says straightening her back and putting her own mitt on the counter. "Anything is fine with us. Will better take good care of you though."

"Thanks!" I say and jog out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

"Oh, and Bri?" my mom says.

"Yeah?" I pause halfway up the staircase.

"I'm leaving for a business trip tomorrow. I won't be back until two Sundays from now."

"Ok." I walk the rest of the way up the stairs.

Hey guys! This is a short chapter, in a way. Sorry about it too! Thanks for 450 reads! So close to 500. See ya all in the next chapter!

Till then,
~Orchid