(Alex POV)
Every so often, our school participates in the foreign exchange program. My mom always volunteered, because she's a super amazing mom that way.

This year, we were chosen as the family the student was going to stay with.

The only things we know about this person are that they're French, and allergic to peanuts. So yeah. Also, their name was Marie-Amelle-Josephine La Bella. Though we were told she liked to be called Jo.

We had to pick her up at the Airport. A petite (that girl is tiny) girl walked over to us.

"Excuse me, are you the Porter's?" She asked.

Bonjour, français.

"Are you Jo then?" I responded.

She was tiny in every sense of the word. She had blonde hair and almost-black-brown eyes.

- Sauter le temps -

Once we got back to the apartment and had Jo settled in, Zoe showed up.

"WHERE IS SHE"

"Um. Guest bedroom. Duh."

There was a whole bunch of shouting and speaking in French from that room. I think they might be best friends.

(Jo's POV)
I had been quite nervous to meet the family I was staying with. The only thing that had kept me from décès (dying) was Laff. My "imaginary" companion.

They seemed nice. But the girl Alex seemed a bit... délibérément. (Intense)

I received a quick break from all the madness, as I sat in the room that I was provided.

Once I was calmed down, I decided to go back out and face them. I hoped they were just exited.

Préparez-vous à la bataille, enfant.
(Prepare yourself for battle, child)

I could hear someone shouting from outside my door. And then footsteps running towards me.

My door was burst open by a girl with large purple hair.

She began talking fast. I couldn't keep up.

"OHMYGODI'VEALWAYSWANTEDTOMEETAFRENCHPERSONFRENCHPEOPLEARESOCOOL."

Quelqu'un qui parle plus vite que moi. incroyable.
(Someone who can speak faster than me. Amazing.)

"Pourriez-vous ralentir, s'il vous plaît." It was overwhelming.
(Could you slow down, please.)

"Oh.. Oui. Je suis excitée." Her French isn't the best. That or she has the wrong idea.
(Yes. I'm just a bit Horny.)

(A/N)
So ye. I used the wonderful Google Translate (#NotSponsored) for all of my French, since I'm a nerd.

Yes, Jo doesn't have perfect grammar, but she has French as her second language, so give her a break.

Why wasn't laff in the squad already? I'll leave that for you to think about until next chapter.

Don't worry dudes. I'll introduce Washingdad later.

Also, I have no idea how foreign exchange systems work. So yeah.

What do you dudes want more of? You guys are the ones reading the story. Tell me what you want to see.