Her and the Basketball Champion

chapter 1

Sometimes, I really fucking hate wearing a hijab. Yeah I still love it and I know I could never go a day without wearing it, but it pisses me off more than anything. Again, only sometimes.

I can never find the right way to sort out the hanging bits at the front. Wow okay that sounded as bad as it was but I promise I'm only talking about my scarf.

I struggle for a few moments to make myself NOT look like a complete fucking toad and slowly start to feel frustration creep up inside of me when the goddarn material won't sit right. So much for not looking like a toad.

I finish pinning my hijab down and then turn to collect my books for school, pulling my backpack from under my desk chair so hard that I lose my balance and fall face down onto the seat of my chair. Well that was fun. Isn't it always nice to fall on your first day back at school, even if there was no-one there to watch you humiliate yourself?

The October half term had just ended and the gloomy autumn days had started to get even more depressing, along with the early evenings. I guess it was easy to be that brooding character at this time of year, which for some reason, everyone wanted to be.

I had started my first year of Sixth Form in September and am so far enjoying it. I mean I did pick mostly essay subjects, but what can I say, who doesn't love to express their feelings about the Anglo-Saxons and stupid little sisters who think they know everything. Yeah I still hate Briony for basically ruining Cecilia's life, but the poor kid was only what, seven or some shit like that? So entitled am I right?

Anyway, I slowly pull myself up from the floor and shove my books into my bag, slinging it over my shoulder as I step out of my room to make my way downstairs.

I can hear my mum downstairs, putting the veggie fingers in the actifryer to prepare for lunch, and decide to wake up my little sister for school because I'm such a responsible older sister. I take a detour from the stairs and turn left to my sisters room, opening the door and walking in. Dang it was stuffy in here, despite the cold weather. She seemed to be busy farting her head off at night to make the room so damn hot.

"Crackpot, wake up its time to get up for school." She shuffles around in her bed before slowly opening her eyes to look at me before mumbling something about farting in my face? No maybe it was get out of my face. Well I can't trust her farts and I know she would get up now that she was awake so I turn to make my way downstairs again.

My sister, Sofia also just started year seven. I honestly think she hates it. She's quite reserved about it and whenever we ask her about how her day was like, she always says "it's fine" and "whatever" but of course I know better than to believe her. I know that this is just her moody phase where she doesn't really try to get out there. Trust me, it once was me.

I ditch waking my brother up, because once again I'm such a responsible older sister and head downstairs, putting my bag down next to the piano and calling out a Salaam as I enter into the kitchen, smiling at my mother. She's in her school clothes which just consist of a long top and baggy jeans. Modesty is key gyall's.

She turnes around from the sink, pausing her washing up and replies with a soft "Walaikumsalaam." I always try to greet my family first as it's more rewarding and the Prophet did too. Kinda satisfying too if you think about it.

"Would you like some tea?" I ask. It's kind of our tradition that on school days before everyone else comes down for breakfast, we eat together. It's very peaceful.

"Yes please. I'm craving it today."

Me and my mum are both tea addicts. Quite literally too. If I didn't have tea in the morning, my head would hurt for the rest of the day and that's quite a shitty feeling.

I walk over to the kettle and pour some water in and wait for it to start boiling whilst I get the mugs ready.

"How was your sleep last night, Umiji?"

"It was okay. I couldn't sleep after Fajr again, and your dad kept moving around." She makes a displeased face and I laugh at her annoyance.

My mum and dad have been married for 18 years now and their antics just make me laugh a lot of the time.

"Well, I couldn't sleep that well after Fajr too. The birds were so loud." I groan, rolling my eyes at the stupid fat birds. If they wanted to fuck right outside my window then maybe they could do it when I wasn't in the goddamn bedroom. I don't know about anyone else, but I don't want a live action porno of two birds getting it on outside my bedroom window when I'm trying to fall sleep.

"What do you want me to do about it? Shoot them? I think the neighbours would wake up." My mum replied.

"No shit dude." Yeah I called my mum dude. So? Go suck it.

I pour the boiling water into the mugs and turn to lean against the worktop, waiting.

"What time will you be coming home today?" my mum asks.

"Ummm, probably at around 5 ish. Me and Lily are going to probably grab a drink after school. Is that okay?"

"Yeah, thats fine. Just make sure you text your dad where you are. I'm going to be back late today as I have a staff meeting."

"Okay, thats fine."

My mum works at a SEND school, teaching autistic kids, and I can tell she enjoys working there, even if it can get really stressful sometimes. I mean, all teaching jobs are stressful if you think about it, but as long as you enjoy it, I think its okay. Unless you're a Pedo teacher then oh hell naw.

I squeeze the teabags out of the tea and pour the milk in. I like my tea relatively dark, which probably won't help my addiction, but who really gives a crap?

My mum had already put the toast in the toaster and when it had finished cooking in its little hole, I spread butter and honey on and voila, a lovely breakfast.

Honey on toast was by far the best thing ever, and I could eat it everyday. Well I do but whatever, you know what I mean.

"Breakfast is done" I call out to my mum who had just finished making my dad and brothers wraps for lunch.

I place the breakfast on a tray and put it down onto the table, all ready to eat.

We sit down and I can hear my sister and brother start to get up and shuffle about upstairs.

"What do you want for dinner tonight?" my mum asks.

"No idea."

I honestly hate this part of the day. Deciding what to make for dinner is always a problem in our house. No one knew and the whole day is spent talking about it. Kinda annoying if you ask me but I guess I don't really help with suggestions either.

"I'll ask Uboji later on." I resolve to that very commonly used statement, dunking my bread into my tea and shoving in into my mouth.

I got a nod in reply and silence descends upon us as we finish our breakfast in peace.

The rest of the morning goes by in a blur and before I know it, I'm on my way to school.

Oh how excited I am.

hi guys, so this is my first chapter and i hope y'all love it. i'm so excited to write this story and i'm already in love with the characters.
enjoy <33