***Ella***
I toss more clothes from my wardrobe onto the floor next to my open suitcase, frustration creeping in. I have no real idea what to pack. It’s Wednesday evening, and we’re leaving tomorrow afternoon to take the cross-channel tunnel to France.
“Is there even a point in bringing nice clothes?” I mutter, hanging a pretty blouse back inside my wardrobe. “It’s a school ski trip… probably not.”
“Just keep it casual,” Freya chimes in from behind me. Her side of the room is even more chaotic than mine. “Your shins are going to ache, you’ll be exhausted, all you really need is… bikinis. I plan to live in a jacuzzi when I’m not on the slopes. I don’t know about you.” She laughs, flopping onto her bed.
“Why did I not sign up for this?” Annabelle groans from where she’s sprawled across F
