Black Sheep (discontinued)

Reputation

My dorm was quite small, but it possessed a quaint circular window, which looked out towards the flower garden. It also had a balcony with a table, which is always a plus. But right now, I was laying on a memory foam bed, whilst Madison was doing something between laughing and crying.

"I was gone for 1 hour, and you got publicly humiliated? Oh goodness, you're lucky today is Friday," her demeanour became more serious, "Who did this?"

"Some Newman girl," I mumbled.

"Cordelia. Yeah, she's an absolute female dog. Has a group of girls who follow her around. The Year 7s argue over who gets to hold her stuff for her."

"So, she's essentially Daisy 2.0?"

"Nope. Not even close. Daisy, is a goody two shoes, who sucks up to teachers like it's second nature. They all love her, but the Headmistress has a major soft spot for her. Treats her like she's her own daughter. Cordelia, on the other hand, is the stereotypical queen bee. With reason, though. She's the daughter of a Baron and her uncle owns the shopping centre near the school. And the other 149 branches around the country. Ouch, you really know how to pick enemies, Saba."

"Quick question, do we have school on Saturday and Sunday?"

"Saturday is a half day. We have English, French and then History. After lunch, all the way up until Sunday evening, we're free. But you can't leave Haversham."

"That's not really free then, is it?"

"Not Haversham the school, Haversham the town. There's malls and cafés and all that. And the shop owners know all of our faces. Well, except you."

I stifled a yawn, "Yeah, all that sounds great."

"Aw, is someone sleepy?"

"I have to go to bed early so I can wake up early."

"How early?"

I chuckled, "If you're awake when I am, just check the time," I turned in my bed, and set the alarm for 5am, just incase I wasn't able to wake up naturally.

*

I was actually able to wake up at 4:50am, which was good. Whilst I was at form yesterday, my belongings were taken to my dorm. But as of then, I couldn't find them anywhere. Which resulted in me literally flipping the dorm upside down. Slumping on the couch, I stared out at the pitch black sky. Fajr was only about an hour away, and I needed my prayer stuff. Just as I was about to give up, the door rattled.

"Saba? Is that you?" A faint, Irish voice whispered, "It's me, Miss Tennyson."

Opening the door, I smiled with joy to see my suitcase.

"Thought you might have been looking for this. It's rather heavy, though."

Taking the suitcase out of her hands, I beckoned her inside my dorm.

"Thank you so much," I commented as I got out my prayer mat and abaya.

"It's nothing. I saw some of Cordelia's cronies with it earlier, but I had a meeting, so I couldn't do anything about it. Is Cordelia giving you a hard time?"

I paused to laugh, "That, Miss Tennyson, would be an understatement."

"Well then, you're not going to like history then."

"Why?"

"Most of the teachers are Eurocentric."

"Most of the school is Eurocentric."

"Saba, if anything happens, don't hesitate to talk to me. I'm here for you. We're in the same boat, so I know how it feels." And as she left the room, the adhaan for Fajr sounded on my phone, and I prepared to pray.