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Chapter 1-New school

A/N: first thing you should know,all of the characters in this story are Muslims. (I hope you don't mind..) enjoy the story!

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Ihtirah's POV

I am fidgeting with my fingers nervously..me and my parents just arrived at my new school. It looks so fantastic! And fun! But I'm scared,what if the students don't like me? What if they don't want to be friend with me ?
I shook off the thoughts and follow my parents to the administration.

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"Assalamualaikum! Oh. You are here!" One of the female teacher greeted my parents. My mother smiles,"waalaikumsalam. Yes,and this is my daughter. The new student who I have transfer here." I just smile nervously at the teacher. She looks kind and supportive though..

She look at me and smile,"What's your name?" She asked. "Ihtirah." I replied lowly. She laughs,"she is a quiet one,isn't she?" I laugh akwardly,"no." I managed to say. "I'm not a quiet one. Just nervous,that's all. But don't worry,I will answer any questions that you give me in the class." I assured the teacher,giving her a convincing smile.

She squints her eyes then laughs,"yes. You look like a smart one and she looked very independent,don't you think?" She asked my parents. My father chuckles,"Yeah. She is a very nice daughter." I smile,cheeks turning red . To be honest,I don't really like compliments..I just want to study and get good grades.

Then,the teacher guides us to my new class. Inside, there's a boy..a chubby one,average height and soft eyes. As soon as he saw my mother,he covers himself with his bag. What? 

"Ehh,Putra?!" My mother exclaimed. "Oh. It's you aunty!" He said. I furrowed my brows.. My mother knew this boy? Wow. "Putra,this is my daughter and she is the new student. I hope you can guide her." I smile at the boy,he smiled back at me. "I'm Adam." He stated. "I'm Ihtirah." I responded. He nodded.

"Okay. Love,me and your mother are going home. We hope you have fun and learn together with your new friends,alright?" My father said. I nodded,"yes,father, Assalamualaikum."
"Waalaikumsalam." They both said at the same time. "Umm,miss,there's something you should settle,if you follow me.." my parents and the teacher went outside..

I sigh,putting down my bag on the side of the table. I am sitting on the first row,at the second table...Well,Adam is sitting Infront of me..so,why not? Looks like he is busy searching for his things in his bag.

"Adam." I called him. He turned around,"hmm?" He asked. "Do you know my mother?" I replied. He chuckles,"yeah. Sort of..She is my aunt and used to be my babysitter when I was a baby and she frequently went to my house." He explained. "Ohh..And,why does she called you,Putra?" I asked. He turned bright red,"well..that is my nickname." He replied. I laugh silently,"it's cute though." I said. He gave me are-you-going-to-tell-anyone look. I shook my head,"No. Don't worry,I will not tell anyone about your nickname." I grinned. He sighs in relief,nodding his head... "Well,I'm going to do my prayer now." He announced,taking out his prayer mat. "Okay." I said,since I am on my monthly-holiday. (You know what I mean)

After that,few students starts to come inside,I sit there, clueless.. They are really kind and friendly..they asked for my name and told them theirs..Same like Adam,they went out to perform their prayer together. I sigh,thinking about what should I do next..Then,I take out my book and start to write something that would strengthen my mood..

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After a while,students starts to fill up the classroom and each one of them looks stunned to see me..I look at them.Are those guys are my classmates? I thought.

Malik noticed this,"oh. Guys,this is Ihtirah..the new student." He announced. "Ohh.." they respond,nodding. "Hai,I'm Khairul." One of them said to me. I nod,"Hai,Khairul."
He sit behind me then smiles while taking out his things..next,the teacher went in. It is a male teacher..average height,wear glasses,neat and tidy..and of course,good looking.

All of us stand up to greet him and after that,we sit down.

"Okay,raise your hand if I say your name." The teacher ordered. After that,he states the student's names that are in his class..he said it all,except me..

He turns to me,"are you the new-student?" He asked,lowering his glasses to get a better view of me. "Yes,teacher. I'm the new student." I replied. "What's your name?" He said. "Ihtirah." He wrote it down on his paper then jokes,"why aren't you telling me in the first place? I might think that you are ghost or something..well,your silence would explain it."

I laugh nervously,"I'm sorry teacher for not telling you first..and I'm not the type that likes to stay silent actually.."I explained to him,softly. He nods,"yes. I can see that and I know by that,you always get the first place in your exams,right?" He asked. I scratch my head 'he must've read my record..' I thought.

"Yes." I replied nervously..afraid that somebody got me wrong.. "Excellent!" He exclaimed. "You better learn from her students..".. The students nod and smile at me..

"Okay..good luck for your first lesson and Ihtirah.."

I look up at him,"yes,teacher?" He smiles,"I'm teacher Hafriz and I will be your class and Maths teacher for this year." He said. I nod slowly,"okay,noted." He laughs and went outside.

I huff and turn to my story-book. I've been writing stories,imagines about my favourite character since I was 10.This year I'm turning 15...this time I'm writing about Benedict Cumberbatch..not gonna lie..he is HOT!

After that,a female teacher walked in;it was the female teacher that greeted me earlier. She told us her name and subject she will teach us this year..

Arab Language.

Speaking of Arab Language..I do know some of the words and I sometimes use it to speak with my friends or teachers..Arab Language was amazing to learn.

"Do any one of you know what this word means?" Teacher Rina asked,as she pointed the word on the whiteboard.

They just stare at the whiteboard blankly,some scratch their heads,some pretend like they don't even exist...I smile a little and shook my head...I found them quite funny..

"Ihtirah,I bet you know what this word means?" She smiles at me,more like you-can't-hide-it-from-me smile.

I clear my throat awkwardly then turn my gaze to the whiteboard..The word is

دجاج (Da-jaj)

"Well..umm..it is a chicken." I replied. She squints her eyes before saying,"great! Excellent! It is a chicken. Guys,how come Ihtirah knows it is a chicken when she just transferred here today but I've been teaching you for 5 years and you still forgot?" She shook her head. "Sorry,teacher." They muttered silently...

After that,we continue to learn more words and sentences..

My first day of school is really...how to describe it? Fun? Sad? I don't know..for me..those praises are going to make me I'm trouble...I am sure of it..

As usual,after school,I went straight back home. Although some of the boys keep asking for my number...I won't give it to them yet. I need time to get to know them well and they need to get to know me first. It is weird to ask someone's number without knowing who am I..what do I like..what do I hate..well,I hate them asking for my number.

There's one girl that keep giving me creep when I was in the classroom..she is tall,slim and wear glasses. She keep staring at me like I am her enemy or whatever...I don't know what's in her mind but if she dare to hurt me in any way..I will not forgive her.

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