It was a another day at Bash Street School as there are the same old children doing their own thing and immediately going back to their desks as the teacher arrives. J.J. is doing her usual thing on whispering to Dennis about the new pupil who is about to be part of their class today and she the fact that knows some things that some other kids don't even had a clue about, which is 1, the aforementioned new pupil is of Pakistan descent, 2, her mother is the founder of Malaysia's top men's fashion company, and 3, she moved from Malaysia to Beanotown after her mother was given an opportunity to expand her business in the UK.
"Class please welcome out new pupil for today." said Mrs Creecher. "Her name is Khadija binti Mitri and she will be part of our class of 3C today."
Walter raised his hand.
"Yes, Walter?"
"Why is she wearing a veil around her head,Mrs. Creecher? Could she, YOU KNOW, be more worried that she'll die of a heatstroke and get her hair all tangled up?"
"Be more sensitive about other's culture, Walter!" yelled Mrs Creecher towards Walter. "We're civilised people who celebrate other's cultures and their beliefs, not barbarians who will excessively exploit our privilege!"
"YEAH WALTER, besides you should accept her as part of our class!" said J.J. as she (surprisingly) agreed on what Mrs Creecher told the snobby boy.
"Hi everyone,... I'm Khadija..." said Khadija in a soft voice as she introduced herself. The headscarf wearing porcelain skinned girl with strands of her curly hair sticking from beneath the headscarf itself then picked up a chalked and wrote her name on the blackboard. She then told everyone that her hobbies are writing, drawing and reading during her introduction. The entire class of 3C were silent while she did exactly that.
But when she sat on her seat that Mrs. Creecher lead her to, which is next to Rubi's, her hand felt something cold and... black. It was ink. And when she looked down at her desk, to her shock and slight confusion, was some insulting words written on ink like "TERRORIST!" and "Dirty Pakie". The latter word was something she didn't knew the meaning of but the former word disturbed her.
"Mrs. Creecher, someone wrote some nasty words on my desk!" said Khadija.
"IT WASN'T ME!" yelled Dennis. "Walter told Bertie to do it for him!"
"NO I DIDN'T, YOU RIFF-RAFF!" yelled Walter in retaliation. "Bertie was the mastermind behind all of this!!"
"BUT Walter..." protested Bertie.
"SHUSH Bertie, DO YOU WANT MY DADDY'S PRECIOUS REPUTATION TO BE RUINED AT THE HANDS OF SLANDEROUS GOSSIP and HAVE MY FRIENDSHIP WITH YOU BE DOWN THE DRAIN?!"
"N-no,... Walter..." said Bertie as he dejectedly sat back to his seat. A single tear is shed in Bertie's eye as he felt guilt and sadness over being forced by his toxic 'best friend' to do the first red flag against Khadija, even if she did nothing wrong.
Wednesday at lunchtime...
"I can't believe Walter would even dare to do such horrendous things against the new girl!" yelled Dennis angrily. "I want justice for her and not just for other pupils who were manipulated by that snooty fuss of a guffhead that other times!"
"Yeah, me too!" said J.J. as she agreed with what Dennis said. Making this situation worse is the fact that Miss Kwan wasn't going to school today for a headache she suffered yesterday. Which also meant that they still need her even if she's not here for them to help them solve others' problems.
"I don't understand what's the matter," said Pieface. "But I really, really do feel bad for her. Look, even Paul is sad too!"
"We can't let that happen the next time." said Dennis, as he frowned at the thought of what Walter did against Khadija.
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New Teacher on the Block
FanfictionMiss Kwan is your average adult who is the new teacher of Bash Street School. She's been raised her whole life to grow up a little too fast until one day, one student in a red and black jumper with an affinity for mischief changed her whole life...