A Week In Washington – A Cory/Hannah Crossover
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Finally, the buses stopped. I heard a loud lurching noise and lifted my head off the window I was dozing on. My history class and I walked off the bus from the airport, which had parked in front of our hotel.
I suppose I should explain what I'm talking about. My name is Lilly Truscott, and I live in Malibu. I'm here in Washington D.C. for my history class's annual field trip for a whole week.
I wasn't pysched for this trip. My best friends, Miley and Oliver, had different history classes, so they couldn't join me. My "stick with your buddy" buddy was one of my enemies, Ashley. And, lastly, I wasn't even here because I wanted to be here.
"OK, class," my teacher called when we all got off the bus. "Put your things in your given room assignments and meet me in the lobby in twenty minutes!"
When Ashley and I went into our room (number 245), she automatically claimed the window bed. I zipped open my suitcase to look for my jacket, finding my elegant blue sundress in the process. Why did I bring this? I thought. Did I seriously think there would be anyone cute here?
Little did I know how wrong I was.
