Interference

by LittleBitNerdy

Foreign exchange students weren't uncommon for the Matthews family. They were looked at as new learning experiences, for the kids as well as the adults. When one green-eyed French girl crashes into the Matthew's life and goes green with envy, will the learning experience go to far? COLLAB WITH LittleBitNerdy and Pony-Edward-Lucas'Girl!

Interference

We don't own Girl Meets World! Just wish we do.

Ages:

Riley: Just turned 15

Maya: almost 16

Farkle: 15 1/2

Lucas: 16

Dani Ray: 15

Zay: 15 1/2

Riley's POV (December, 2016)

I remember the first time Dad told me that we were going to host a foreign exchange student. I was eleven, and I didn't like the idea at first. I didn't want to share my family with anyone else. But then Dad explained what it would be like, having a friend/sister, I started to get excited. Knowing my dad, he would turn it into a some big life-lesson. I was right. We learned about other cultures and people whenever we had students stay with us.

We had hosted a teenage boy from Austria about three years ago, right before I turned twelve, but he went back home after that first year of school. Then, when I was thirteen a girl named Sidney came to stay with us for just two weeks. A lot of foreign exchange students only stayed for a few weeks, but some stayed for years.

After that, Dad told me that a fifteen year old girl from France was going to be coming mid-semester.

We didn't know much. She was pretty much a ward of the state in France, fifteen, and her name was Daniella Raine Martin. She wanted to come to America to get away from her life in France. I quickly texted Maya as soon as I found out and she was ecstatic. I was grinning ear to ear when we met Dani at the airport.

Dani's POV

Finally, leaving to New York. I was finally getting away from the drunk man I was forced to call dad, although we weren't even biologically related. My foster mother was always away at work, and the drunk blob pasted out on the couch was always, well, passed out drunk. I hated being here and I knew my foster parents hated having me here.

My 'mom' had signed the paper and filled out the forms to send me away over a year ago, and the passport I had received sat on my dresser, collecting dust for a year. I finally was able to use it. I couldn't wait to leave. I was popular here, sure, but popular was never popular enough. I knew that foreign exchange kids were always popular, and now being one, I could expand my circle of 'friends' tenfold.

I pulled both my small and large duffel bags onto my shoulders, a backpack already on my back, and grabbed the bright pink wheely suitcase from the bottom of my bed. As I wheeled out of my room, into the mess of the rest of my house, I grabbed my passport, plane ticket, and a folder containing every email I had exchanged with my host family, and the other paperwork that I needed.

I carefully maneuvered myself through the empty bottles and puddles of spilled drink or, ew, vomit. My foster father was asleep on the couch, and I was glad, because if he woke up and saw me leaving, he'd freak out and beat me, like always. Then I'd never make my escape to New York.

I slowly shut the front door and breathed a sigh of relief. Finally safe. I had a year to build new popularity, and I didn't even have to worry about having friends over or being home a little late. It wouldn't be nearly as hard to feign perfection anymore.

The instant that I stepped onto the plane, I knew that everything was going to go my way this year.

Change is a good thing right?

~ LittleBitNerdy and Pony-Edward-Lucas'Girl XxX