The Exchange

Chapter 1

As I walked through my school gates , I started thinking the probability of my 9th grade being the wrost year my life. Well unfortunately the chances were pretty high.

First of all my section got changed. I was shifted for  section E to section F. The fact that I have been in section E for nearly 3 years and now the 8th grade teacher decided to change my section because well 'I was talkitive' .Who in the world gives that ridiculous reason!?

When she gave me the promotion slip, I was about to snap at her saying 'we are talking about changing sections and not our seats for god's sake'

The two things I was happy about were firstly, four of my close friends (which also consisted of my bestfriend) were in same section as me. YAY
Secondly,I was thankful that I was able to get out of that section that I have god knows how spent three years. I did have many close friends in that class and thousands of great memories but some of my classmates were genuinely pain in the ass.

Moreover that class was very nerdy , probably it was the best class in 8th and even with me bringing average 95s I didn't stand nowhere in the class. So I was kind of happy but then I also hated some students of F section.

My thoughts were interrupted as someone called my name

"Samaira" I turned and saw the girl from my class oh previous class actually.

"What?" I don't even know why I was pissed so much

"I heard yours and Aakriti's section got changed"oh thank god I am leaving this class.If this bitch is here to talk about this ...well then I am giving it back.

"Oh did you? Well I think you are correct then" I stated sarcastically.

"Um...yeah...we all will miss you"No I will not. Can I leave now?!

"Oh yes..I guess I will tooo, see ya later" I replied as I stated leaving.

"What the f-" Just as I turned around I bumped into some boy wearing a skinny jeans with a blue tee and he didnt have any traces that could scream indian or 'I am from your school' to me.

"Sorry" he said.

And his accent proved that he was either American or British.

I looked at him and noticed he had blue eyes. Nope .not an indian. Never in a million years.

I didn't want to talk to anyone as I was having a very great start to my day. So I left him staring at me.

I entered my class,new class actually and saw myra, one of my closest friends oh thank fucking god!

Myra came and asked me" Heyyy! Any idea where Aakriti is, she is generally is the first to come"

I was shocked. Not today! Not freaking today!Why are bestfriends not there when you need them the most.

This day is going to be long for sure.

"Samaira…" she asked me again and I forgot completely that I had to reply to her question.

"How in the world do you expect me to know where the hell she is!"I snapped

She didn't look offended rather she was amused

"Because she is your bestie girl and you sure are having a bad starting to day"

"Oh yes sorry...i-" she pulled me into hug before I could say anything.

"Ok missy I see we are not breaking up so let me first drop the mountain I am carrying on my back" I pointed towards my bag and she chuckled.

She was really excited for today as I could see and kept on blabbering how she spent her holidays visiting Goa.

I was in no mood of listening.

I put my bag on seat behind her and I was actually sitting alone today as I generally sit with aakriti and that bitch is sure being absent!

Myra was sitting with Lavanya, my other close friend.

Just as I was about to sit, the bell rang and ... assembly I remembered.

"Ah shitt" I groaned loudly.

A/n: Now writing this note I feel like as if I am a big writer which I am not! I am just a teenager writing this so kindly excuse me for grammar and bare with me:) please tell me how you feel about this chapter?? Thanku so much for reading.....And I think this is probably first Indian fan fic based on 1D...if you know any more drop it in comments!!!