Not a coincidence

An Exchange Indeed (Chp. 1)

NOTE: This is the first chapter. I guess I can't really fix it unless I do the whole story over again...

It had been two months and I still had the scars from the accident. I couldn't

remember what exactly happened or who I was with. All I remember was that I was the closest to that person and now there gone.

I snapped back to reality looking straight at my friend Stacy, "Hey Frosty? Why are you starting at Nick?"

I blinked as she moved her face exposing Nick behind her. I looked at him for a while.

He was talking with his friend laughing he looked up to look at me and wave. Out of habit I waved back then turned to Stacy. "Ok, why was I starting at Nick?"

She only giggled and made her way back to her seat next to me. I looked ahead to see out Teacher talking to a student. Oh dear god...

"Who's he?" I asked Stacy leaning towards her. She responded quietly "He's an exchange student from Australia, his name is Morgan. Isn't he cute?" I looked at him squinting my eyes, he looked familiar. And why was there someone from Australia here?

"Quiet down guys!" My teacher said and everyone got situated. I looked forward and the Transfer. The teacher stepped back and the male looked around shyly. I would be shy as well if I was new. I was 2 years ago.

"Hi, my names Morgan, I'm uh... 16 and from Sydney Australia...M-My twins dead, died three years ago, and uh...My parents are divorced."

My eyes widened at him and I stood knocking down a chair. Stacey went to grab my hand but I shouted at him, "Already lying on your first day of school? Your a creep!!" He gawked at me in awe and I glared as hard as I could, "Stealing my story but with a opposite traction? Are you stalking me or something?" 

"N-No! I-I..." He blushed darkly and people started to whisper, he looked around frantically and then locked his eyes on me. "I don't even know you!!" 

"Then how do we both apparently have the SAME background as one another?" Before he could say another word I snapped harshly at him "Get out of here!!" He looked around as the people starred at him, more whispering, he then ran out letting the door slam behind him. I could see he was crying and part of me felt bad. Then again I did say part. He had the same background as I do and yet he isn't even related to me. 

For months to come he'd try to convince me we were but that would only cause problems. In my school and outside of it. He had moved it on the street behind me so I saw him often. But this was just strange. I tried to talk to my mom about it but she said it was all nonsense.  

I could either talk to someone who I had never met or my mother who I've been with for years. I hope you all know who I chose to believe. I got my friends to get Foreign boy to leave me alone. It had been weeks and I loved the silence. It was great. 

It hadn't even been three weeks and he ran to me in quite the hurry. He grabbed my arm making my books topple to the ground. "What the hell!" 

"You need to run now!" I glared at him and picked up my books "Get away from me." He grabbed my hand quickly running up the stairs where I had just come from. I tried to pull away but his grip was tight and firm. I had no choice but to follow him. When we got into a dark classroom he locked the door and I crossed my arms. I needed an explanation but by the sounds of Metallic Footsteps and scratching on the lockers, now probably wasn't the time to explain anything.