The Foreign Exchange Student // h.s.

If You Don't Catch Them Then It's Your Problem, Not Mine

Chapter 1:

Olivia's POV:

"Don't get cocky with me!" my teacher shouted at me.

"Whatever, Catherine," I teased. I liked to call her by her first name to annoy her when she shouted at me. She looked as if she were about to say something, but she just shook her head and sat back in her chair. All I was doing was complaining about these airplane seats. Why did they have to be so bumpy?

Anyways, we just boarded the plane to England. England! I can't get that amazing thought out of my head. After much begging and pleading, my parents finally agreed on letting me go on my school's annual foreign exchange trip. My best friend, AJ, and I spend about a month in England with our partner, Marisa, then she comes and spends a month with us back home in California. It sounds very confusing, but I think I have it all down.

Right now, we were all practically in jail because our teacher, Mrs. Hale, was sitting with us in the student section. We weren't allowed to leave our seats or do anything fun. I took out my phone and gazed out the window. We were traveling over the endless sea. I took a picture and pulled up my twitter.

@Olivia_Camp: Could this plane ride get any longer? It's bad enough we are on lock down with Mrs. Buzz kill over here. Someone signal me when she's is asleep

I immediately got retweets from other classmates and texts from some of them. I sighed and answered my classmates. They all seemed to be having fun while I had to sit by myself. Why? Because Mrs. Hale thinks I'm going to cause trouble, and she is absolutely right.

A boy with shaggy brown hair and clear blue eyes sat in the seat next to me. "Hey Chase," I smiled. "You know you can't sit next to me," I continued.

"Just came to tell you that the Mrs. Hale is asleep," he winked and walked off. I smiled. What should we do first? I shot from my seat and paced over to my teacher. Sure enough, she was snoring loudly with her mouth open. I scrunched up my nose at the site. She looked like that teacher off the Lizzie McGuire movie, but she was no where near as tough.

I smirked at her and clapped to get the attention of my fellow classmates. One thing I loved about Mrs. Hale, is that she was the heaviest sleeper ever. "Listen up," I announced. My whole class turned and smiled at me. I guess you could say that I was one of the popular girls that everyone seemed to enjoy because I always make people laugh. I'm outgoing and I don't care what others think of me, but I never brag or bully anything or anyone. "Shall we play a game?" I asked. My everyone said different forms of yes and hollers. The only people that sent me looks of annoyance were other people I didn't know who sat in the same section of the plane. Their fault.

"What should we do?" I asked them standing on a vacant chair in the front so that they could all see me.

"You should ask to be our attendant," a boy in the back smirked. "Yeah! Go and ask the guy if you can," another girl added. I nodded my head and made my way towards the attendant's door. Our attendant was around our age, but he didn't seem like the type to let me do anything.

I mentally planned a conversation and made my way towards the door. I knocked twice and it opened revealing our flight attendant. He had dark brown hair and a cute side smile. I have him a flirty smile and held out a hand.

"Hi, I'm Olivia," I told him in my sweetest voice. He seemed to buy it and he took my hand. "Hey, I'm Dylan," he answered back and sent me a flirty smirk. "Hey Dylan, can I ask you a favor?" I said giving a small pout. When I try to get something done, I go all out. He pondered for a moment then said, "Depends on what." 

"Well you see, I was kind of dared to be the attendant for my friends, the school, and I was wondering if you would let me, you know.." I trailed off from explaining him. I looked over at my classmates who were eyeing me suspiciously. I made sure that none of them could hear our conversation. I was kind of cheating.

"I understand, of course," Dylan's voice startled me. "Really? Great," I smiled and him and gave him a quick hug. "Here, put this one," he said handing me a shirt. It was the T-shirt that the woman attendants wore. I slid it over my clothes and it seemed to fit rather well. I gave him another smile and he explained what I had to do.

He handed me a basket full of different varieties of chips. I walked to the front of the group and avoid back on the chair. "Listen up y'all!" I shouted in my best country accent making everyone laughed at me.

"This is what's going to happen! I'm going to raise up a kind of chips, and you raise your hands telling me if you want that kind! I will throw it to you. If you don't catch it then it's your problem, not mine," I announced. I reached into the bucket and pulled out some Cheetos. Hands shot up everywhere, all I could think of was, "Fuck this." I just threw chips in every direction and hoped that people got what they wanted. Everyone was having the time of their lives fighting over the bags. I gave Dylan his bucket back and made my way to my classmates.

For the rest of the plane ride, I was too hyper to sleep. We sung loudly and terribly to random songs, somehow played tag and twister, took weird videos and photos, and even drew on Mrs. Hale's face. Well, maybe that was just me. I drew Harry Potter glasses and scar. I took a photo and tweeted it.

@Olivia_Camp: Oh, sweetheart! You shouldn't force me to sit alone then fall asleep!

My classmates had a ritual or something to retweet and reply to all of my tweets. I was popular at high schools all over in California, who knows why. Probably because I'm awesome. I had over 7,000 followers on Twitter because my tweets were so random and creative.

I checked out other student's twitters and Facebook profiles, saving the pictures and videos they took of me. I also looked at all the videos I was tagged in on YouTube. These people really uploaded videos of me. I shook my head.

"Please make your way back to your seats, we will be landing in Holmes Chapel, England in five minutes," a voice spoke over the intercom, along with a flashing 'please buckle your seat belts sign.'

I sighed and made my way back to my seat. Way to ruin the fun. I buckled my seat belt and stared out the window. England, for a whole month. I wonder what Marisa was like. AJ was asleep along with Mrs. Hale the whole ride so I couldn't talk and gossip with her about anything. She was the only person I was really close to.

I sighed again and looked out my window, exhausted from laughing too much and being active, yet I still had that spark of energy in me that never seemed to leave. I looked out the window and saw the airport. Five minutes passed by quicker than I thought. The plane etched closer and closer to the runway. We landed with a soft thud and then a smile crept onto my face. We were finally officially in England.

"Okay students, grab your carry-ons and lets make our way off this plane," Mrs. Hale announced in a groggy voice. Some one must have woken her up. I snickered and so did some other students when I saw my artwork on her face. She must not have seen it yet. I popped out of my seat and grabbed my bag.

"You didn't cause any trouble, did you?" she asked me as we walked off the plane. "None at all," I smirked causing all the students to laugh and the other passengers to shoot us dirty looks. I shot them looks back and turned to face the English/British group of students standing in front of us.