The Somali Mean Girls 🎀💵

chapter 1

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11:00 PM Mogadishu 

"Amina?"

Summer is almost over and I start my junior year. It wasn't a typical summer because it felt like a really long one. I was in Africa for a whole five years. But today Me and my family are coming back to the United States.

"Amino!?" My moms voice sounded clearer now. I noticed her steps growing closer. I shifted in my bed and sat right up waiting for whatever she had to tell me.

"Naya!? Amino! your sister needs you to help her find her shoes!" My mom stood by my bedroom door with her arms disappearing with clean laundry. Noticing the huge load of laundry I realized she decided to pack so late.

From her point of view Africa was heaven for her. Sunday Strolls at Lido beach, Visits to her cousin's house with her sisters drinking tea, gossiping and staying there particularly the whole day.

I realized I was zoning out. Is this real? Am I leaving Africa for once and all?

So! Backstory: how the heck did I even get to Somalia in the first place? well it was sixth grade aka the start of middle school...

My mom told me! I will be going to Turkey. I was fantasizing about my Turkish girl summer! well we did take a stop to Turkey but took a second flight to Mogadishu. Every year my dad would call us back from America, filling me with whatever lies that I'd come back next summer and the next and the next...

But today we are finally out of here. I'll miss it but I miss the comfort of my own bedroom more than sharing it with my younger sisters here.

"Where are my pink sandals Amina!" my sister balls a tiny fist at me. Usually I scold or do one back but today I just couldn't help but smile and walk Layla to where her sandals were.

Nothing will make me upset today.

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Hello Passengers, We are arriving to MSP airport in 15 minutes ◡̈

The man in the speaker's voice sounded pretty deep. He's probably so fine. Iturned to my mom and I swear I was so excited right now I could've admitted that thought to her but I held myself back.

As the skyline got closer to Minnesota I closed my tired eyes and started thinking about my new life. America meant homework. It meant new friends and maybe a new crush. Those are the three things I think about before every school year.

When we arrived back home I realized that I needed to charge my dead phone. I had been procrastinating all my responsibilities for weeks because I was focused on packing. The whole time I was in Africa I'll be honest for real. I did not talk to anyone in america. So I basically Lost all my friends. People drastically change from middle school so I needed to make new ones this year.

my phone finally lit up with a single apple logo on screen. I mean I could just hit some people on instagram up. I clicked on the app and my fingers froze and hesitated.

I hate texting people.

I'll see them at school tomorrow anyway. I decided to take a relaxing bath before bed. I needed to calm my nerves. My Dad bought me a gift when we arrived home and it was this bath bomb set. it smelled like cotton candy

I turned on my bath and decided I'll worry about everything later. I'm too jet lagged for this anyways.

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8:00 am North Star High School

It was the first day of school. This was also my first time at a real high school. I walked around the hallways hoping I'd recognize some of my friends from childhood but I saw none.

I can just make new friends. Easy right? Ima be honest I know I didnt attempt yet but this is already too hard.

The next day I sat down in my first class, English. I noticed a girl with a black chiffon qamar. She turned to her friend and laughed at his joke. She had snake bite piercings. She wore thick eyeliner and dark red lipstick. Her phone case had an arctic monkey's album on it and she wore a black oversized hoodie.

She looked gothic or emo. I couldn't tell the difference. I decided to be bold for once and sit right next to her. She was also gorgeous. How did I not notice her yesterday?

As I laid my binder and pencil case on my desk her and her guy friend eyed me up and down. Was it in a good way or judgmental way? I couldn't tell their faces were so blank.

"You're the new girl right?" she sat more comfortably this time, eyes practically glowing this time. The boy turned his chair to face me, getting a better look.

The boy was wearing a bleached gray shirt with some baggy jeans, his hair lit up a dark brown in some parts. He looked like he was a retired alternative dude but that's my guess.

"I'm Bilan Farah and this is my best friend Ismail" she yanked on Ismails arm who sat to her left who quickly nodded his head in agreement.

"My name is Amina Hussein, I just came back from Africa". They were both Somali so I felt like I didn't have to explain myself too much, so I kept it short.

"Oh really Miskeen! Did you think you were going to Turkey? or Dubai?" Bilan chuckled looking straight at Ismail Who was already smiling and then she turned her head to me and shot me a fake pity smile with puppy eyes.

"Turkey.. uh anyways do you know where Classroom 205 is, I go there next" I opened up a piece of paper of my schedule hoping to change the embarrassing subject. If we walk to class together then maybe I can get to know them better.

"That's at.." Ismail stopped himself when Bilan gave him a death look.

"...is like behind the school" Bilan smiled and nodded towards Ismail

"uh yeah duh!" Ismail agreed and nodded after Bilan.