Foreign Exchange Program

Hostest

First person point of view
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I walked off of the airplane excited and worried. Am I going to be able to make friends? What will my host family be like? Will I be able to get a boyfriend? So many thought were running through my head until I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see a girl there. She was tall about 5 foot 6 inches. She had wavy/straight brown hair with blonde highlights that was layered . As well as brown eyes that could cut right through u if she wanted them to.
"Are you by any chance Maria Universe?" The girl asked politely.
"Yes actually, um... I changed my name to Malaki Fox. Might I ask what your name is?" I said trying to sound polite but not too polite.
"Oh! My mom didn't tell me you changed your name. Anyways my name is Miyah. I am part of your host family. And I am so happy you are here. My mom said that it will be like having a sister of my own. An interesting fact about me is I like to ramble when I am excited. Anyways, are you ready to get your bags and head to Trofors?" Miyah said. It was all to fast and it took me a little bit to take in everything that she said.
"Yeah I guess so. But if we aren't in Trofors right now then where are we?" I asked with curiosity.
"Right now we are in Oslo. It will take quite a while to get to Trofors, but at least we will be back in time for the festival." Miyah declared optimistically. As she was saying this we started to head to the bottom floor of the airport to get the rest of my bags.
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The car ride was very quiet. Miyah and her mom were talking a little bit. I decided to stay quiet and listen to music after Miyah's mom was done bombarding me with questions. I was listening to my favorite song when I heard Miyah scream like she just watched a murder.
I quickly took out my earbuds and looked at Miyah.
"Miyah what's wrong?" I asked as quickly as I could.
"Marcus and Martinus' new song is playing on the radio!!" Miyah screamed once again.
"You had me worried. Wait...Who are Marcus and Martinus?" I inquired. Miyah turned around slowly and looked at me with a shocked and yet worried face like I was the one who screamed because of a song.
"Marcus and Martinus are only the hottest twins on earth. And fun fact, they also live in Trofors."   she said ecstatically. I just rolled my eyes to all the nonsense that she was saying. Although the song was a little catchy.
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We pulled up into a drive way. By this time it is 5 in the after noon. Miyah rushed me inside and had her mom grab my bags.
She dragged me into a fairly big room on the top floor.
"This is your room. I am just next door if you ever need me. You got lucky you have a perfect view." Miyah said with jealousy. She left and I went to go look out the window. I opened the curtains. I could see a river and a forest in the distance. However the thing that stood out to me was the three story white house across the street. In the backyard I could barely make out two figures playing soccer. They looked the same height, but I just ignored it all.
I walked down the stairs and grabbed my bags that Miyah's mom left at the bottom of the stairs.
I had just finished unpacking when Miyah came running into my room. She was so quiet she she entered that when she started talking I was so scared.
"Hey Malaki do you want to go to the festival? Also do you have a nickname?" Miyah said happily.
"Yeah I would love to go to the festival. And you can just call me Mal." I said. Miyah started jumping up and down with excitement.
"Great let's go. But first, you can't go dressed like that. You know there are going to be guys there right?" Miyah said a little too rudely.
"Fine I will change. And of course I knew there were going to be boys there. Just give me a little bit to get changed." I said with an annoyed look on my face. Miyah simply nodded and walked out of my room.
A couple minutes later I walked out of my rooms wearing jean shorts, a white long sleeve dry fit shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and a pair of black yeezys.