Here you go its_mariam !!!!!!!!!!!!! :)
*Houssam is sitting in his chemistry class, falling half asleep, and barely listening to the teacher*
*The teacher is talking about the elements, but this is what Houssam hears*
Teacher: And then some science man took some science words and made some really boring science equations and then to make things even worse, they threw math in there....
*finally, after twenty boring minutes, the bell rings*
Teacher: *as all of the students start to pack up their things* okay everybody, please read chapter fifty seven, and do the review questions at the end of the chapter. I'll see you all tomorrow!
*Houssam starts to pack up his things, and exits the classroom with everyone else, heading towards his locker. He throws his chemistry things inside, gathers up his English things, and starts to head there, slowing down as his friend Mahmood calls his name*
Mahmood: Hey Houssam! Houssam wait up!
Houssam: Hey Mahmood.
Mahmood: *falling into pace* hey man! How was chemistry?
Houssam: *shrugging* horrible. Man, I hate school! I can't wait until this year is over!
Mahmood: Why would you WANT this year to be over? College is going to start?
Houssam: I'm not going to go to college!
Mahmood: *snorting* yeah, like your dad is going to let you not go to college!
Houssam: I'm going to be recruited by the NBA In Sha Allah!
Mahmood: *smiling* In Sha Allah bro!
*they file into English class, and take their seats*
Mahmood: So, how did you do on that worksheet Miss Slate assigned us?
Houssam: *shrugging* eh, okay I guess.
Mahmood: I had such a hard time on the essay question!
Houssam: *his eyes widening* there was an essay question!?
Mahmood: Uh yeah.
Houssam: What?! Where?!
Mahmood: On the back of the paper. *he flips Houssam's paper over, and points* look, it's worth like half the worksheet.
*Houssam groans, and hurriedly grabs a pencil from his backpack*
Houssam: This is horrible! *he looks at the clock* I have two minutes before class starts! I can do this! *he grabs his English book, and flips through it so fast* AHH PAPER CUT!
Mahmood: *shaking his head in amusement* you are always getting into trouble bro. I don't know how you do it.
Houssam: *Glaring* stop distracting me!
Mahmood: Sorry, sorry.
*It is quiet for the next few seconds, before Mahmood suddenly nudges Houssam in the ribs*
Mahmood: Houssam! Look, there she is!
Houssam: Ahhh what?! Miss Slate!? I still have a minute and twenty seconds before class! I CAN DO THIS! *he starts to write so fast, that his handwriting becomes even more eligible*
Mahmood: *rolling his eyes* Nooo I'm talking about Salma!
*Houssam's head shoots up, and his eyes widen as he sees the object of his affection. Salma Barbakh had been his crush all of senior year, yet the two of them had barely said two words to each other besides being one of the few Muslims at their school. And not because she wasn't nice or anything, but because he turned into a complete bumbling idiot when he talked to her!*
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Skript! #wattys2018
HumorSometimes it isn't possible to include every single idea I have in my books. Sometimes I have to cut out hilarious or awesome scenes because they don't really fit, or they are too slow for the pace of the book. So, Skript will include random moments...
