Isla, a young student attending her last year of high school, isn't concerned with anything else but school, making money, keeping up with her looks, and the glamours of her interpersonal life. Although her life seems to be what everyone would like...
meliorism - the belief that the world can be made better by human effort.
Isla's POV
I grab my gym bag, before giving my leggings one last tug and opening the stall door. I walk up to the sink, looking at myself in the mirror and tweaking any minor mishaps.
I feel a harsh swat on my backside accompanied with a loud sound of impact. I jump forward a bit in shock, as my hand flees its way to my backside.
"Ouch." I wince.
"Sorry." Amaya says laughing, rubbing my backside softly.
"You hit me so damn hard." I reply in irritation.
"Sorry." She mumbles.
"Lemme get you get you back." I say, grabbing her hand. She pushes off me; I practically chase her around until I finally catch her. I extended my arm, giving her one harsh smack on her backside; she shrieks in pain as I erupt into laughter.
"You do too much!" She says.
"Oh, shut up." I say patting the spot I hit as we walk out the bathroom.
"You look good though, Isla."
"Thank you." I reply.
"The green is doing it for me."
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Fit Inspo; feel free to imagine something different ( imagine the wig to be black )
"Thank you." I say, as we begin to approach the doors leading to the field.
"Yo, Isla." A familiar voice calls out for me, grappling my attention. My head along with Amaya's head turn to the side; Sai stands tall with his hands in his pockets looking at me. I stare him in his eye, as he returns the look. Amaya turns to me with her eyebrow raised and a million questions in each crease on her forehead.
"I'll tell you later." I say, wrapping my arm around her shoulder and giving her a hug.
"I'll tell em you gon be a little late."
"I'm not, is Neveah out there already?"
"Yeah."
"Tell her to start up the routine, I'll be out there soon."
"Ight." She says, walking away. I turn to Sai, giving him a small smile, as he walks up to me.
"Hi, Isla." He says, standing over me. His hair in a crinkly assorted mess, probably from the recent take out of his cornrows, cover his face with a small space for his eyes.
"Hi, Sai." I say throwing my arms around his neck as his go around my waist, pulling me inward. I chuckle a little bit, enjoying the embrace; after sometime, a minute or so, we pull away from each other.
"Somebody looking pretty." Sai says as he grabs my hand, raising it in the air and spinning me around slowly; I let out a little laugh. As he turns me, my back facing him, he pulls me into him, hugging me tightly.
