Forbidden Love

Chapter 1

After the constant moving, places to places, I can finally say I am no longer wanting to travel the world. People ask me a lot if I get frustrated with moving, but I don't. I'm so used to it, and so used to not getting attached, everything seems so carefree, I guess that's one of the good things - I can move to another chapter without thinking about the last one too much.

I wipe the light layer of sweat that formed around the tip of my nose and forehead, looking up at the sky, I sigh at the beaming sun. The usual day of living in North Carolina in the summer consisted of sweat and more sweat. I look up at the big sign 'North Trina school', with a massive mascot of a lion, which looks a lot like a cat, drawn all over the slanted roof of the buildings.

All I could think of was - why did I have to go to school on a friday?

"So Miss Olivia, I'm sure you'd fit in perfectly". My new principle, principle Talia smiled nervously, as she walked me into the school. She was indeed a very stylish woman, she seemed quite dolled up to be a principle, despite her charming personality, and aura, and success she still looked like the popular high school girl who happened to get nowhere in life, and is still chasing for that top seat.

"Yeah". I say softly. Yeah right I'd fit in perfectly, the number of stares and gawking I got from stepping just a few steps into North Trina High school - also known as NTS - North Trina school was enough to throw me off, again.

"Hey you are entitled to wear whatever you want, and be whoever you want, it's your religion". She taps my shoulder, who was she trying to convince, me or herself? She clearly has never met a Muslim girl before but seems to be a very open-minded person, despite the failed popular chick look.

"I don't really think that's how the students will see it, principal". I shrug. With the eyes of the students still staring at my clothing, I start feeling more and more conscious about my hijab, the fidgeting feeling makes me continuously touch my hijab to make sure everything's fine. I really shouldn't care about what they think, I should be used to the stares.

"Listen I'll have a word with the teachers, to make sure they keep an eye out for anything. Other than that, act normal and tell them who you are, you are no different. I'm not going to lie, the girls are pretty wild, and will come across as rude when they comment on your clothing". She bites her lip. A stylish women like herself, of course, she didn't approve of my clothing.

I nod to tell her I understand. She directs me into a class, full of students, and a male teacher who has the hair and body of an early twenties guy, but faint wrinkles under his eyes of an early thirties guy. Awkwardly walking in, I try my hardest not to have an anxiety attack, I could literally feel their eyes on me, and it wasn't the best feeling.

Slowly I pull my eyes up, to scan the class, the soft thuds of my heart beat echo to my ears, making me even more nervous. I immediately look down, and shuffle my feet, my shoes were the only that had colour on - a white converse. Everything else was black, my jeans and shirt and hijab, apart from my lips that was painted a pink shade, and my cheeks that had blusher on.

"Class this is, Aasia Olivia, I hope you welcome her like you would with any other student". Principle Talia says. Trying to ignore the thoughts about why she had to say such a statement, and why ask them to treat me normally like any other student. I smile to seem friendly.

"Cassie Jordan, you will be her mentor until she settles in". She points at a girl sitting in the middle of the class, she looked Latina but I wasn't sure. She smiles in response, whilst the rest of the class let out a series of sniggers and fake coughs. How Immature.

"So Aasia I will leave you to tell the class a bit about you, good luck". Principal Talia looks down at me, before leaving the room.

"Yo, can she speak English?" A boy in a grey hoodie, at the front, yells at my face, but clearly asking someone else, "Yo do you understand me?" he yells slowly when he sees I don't reply.