Anaam Diaries

chapter #2

Detention was way more boring then I thought It would be. Let me make it clear that this was the second time I got detention in this one year. This year sure wasn't a very bright year I can say. Moreover, it wasn't even the fourth month of this academic year.

Thank god for the yarn and needle I had brought. I had been working on a muffler I had recently spotted Angelina Jolie donning. I swiftly pulled out the required equipments from my backpack and started knitting, thats when the school's no.1 jerk decided to enter the class.

Wow, great timing jerk!! Now if he spots me with this yarn, he sure is gonna call me a granny and people might even get to know that all the cool stuff I wear is actually made by me and not shipped from Paris.

What the hell will happen to my hijabista image! Have I forgotten to mention that inspite of wearing the hijab, I owned one of the most well dressed aka fashionista image which in my case is also called the hijabista!

If only I could somehow put it in without him noticing me. I quickly grabbed my bag and was about to put it in when my hands got strangled in the yarn. Great!

"How's Miss Hijabista doing? Wait...more like, what is miss hijabista exactly doing?" He raised one of his eyebrows while scrutinising the yarn. Wow, doesn't seem like he knows what knitting is anyway, tackling him could be pretty easy!

I smirked, nothing of your interest Mr Jerk. He simply ignored me and dug into my bag. Just as I was thinking I could tackle this... "hey, you are knitting...Ms hijabista is planning to turn into a granny!!" He started chanting " Granny, granny..."

Oh shushhhhh.....I might be popular but I was a self conscious person. And this was one of the perks of being popular, even the smallest of small things, even the size of an atome can turn into nasty rumours...anything to pull your image down by the fellow rivals. Welcome to Sky High International, the school I and any other person dreaming of making it big in the future went to. Most of the crowd here were rich, while some on scholarships and some, like me after persuading our parents, with their hard earned money had entered this school. I still pretended to be rich and that's how and why I had to make my own dresses such that they were exact replicas of what the celebrities wore. I sure had a passion for fashion and one day, I was gonna make it large.

I kept my finger on Mr Jerk's mouth and motioned him to follow me, I excused myself to the washroom.

Mr Jerk followed. I sure had a tough job to do, thinking of which I felt tired already.