Rajesh and his classmates met us on the beach, flexing their biceps to show they were tough enough to face a big, scary American high school. After months of exchanging emails, we’d finally met in person, only to be separated again by oceans, continents, and billions of people in a few short hours.
“Justine!” Rajesh called. He ran towards me, kicking up sand, and scooped me into his arms, lifting me off my feet. “You’re prettier than your pictures.”
Minister Freemont, the coordinator of the foreign exchange program at our church school, raised an eyebrow. “I presume those pictures are respectable ones, Miss. Hammond.”
“Yes, sir,” I said between snickers as Rajesh lowered me to the ground.
“You will love Mumbai,” Rajesh said to all of us, but looking at me. “A lot of people, though.”
“So is Dallas,” my friend Serena said. “You’ll feel at home.”
Ajay walked into the center of the two groups tossing a soccer ball in his hands. “One game before we show you our school.”
“You’re on!” we yelled.
word count: 175
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