My Habibi

Chapter 3

Syed awoke to the kids pounding next door to him. Each time they hit the concrete wall Syed got more upset. Finally not being able to take it anymore he punched the wall back. Putting a hole in it. Great. He thought to himself. He knew he would have to fix that. He slowly got off the couch. Sitting up he put his head in his hands. He sighed deeply as he closed his eyes. His mind repeating that fight over and over again. He got up and went through his normal morning routine. He showered, brushed his teeth, then went to the kitchen to see the only food he had left was some bread and peanut butter.
He sighed as he put the peanut butter on the bread while watching the news. Someone was murdered here, someone got robbed there, someone is being accused of this, a student achieved that. He shook his head and turned off the television as he finished his breakfast. Getting up he grabbed his backpack and headed to school. At 19 years old he was held back for missing a lot of school. He wore a black hooded, leather overcoat. His glasses tinted as he walked outside. His black shoes clapped the ground as he walked.
When he reached the school building he went up the steps. Walking through the double doors he met the welcome desk lady. He kept his head down.
"Good morning!" She said in a cheerful tone. Syed ignored her and kept walking. Going up to the second floor. He hated his first period. AP US History. He sighed as he walked into the classroom. Sitting behind the desk second to the last. The only person who sat by him was a girl named Warda. He put his head on the desk.
When he looked up he saw Warda coming. She had on a blue colored hijaab and a white Kameez. She was wearing a black sweatshirt that had a small hood on the end. He put his head back on the desk as the bell rang. The teacher Mrs. Lyons came in. A short woman with brunette hair. With a fair complexion. As she walked up to the white board she looked at Syed.
"Syed put your head up." She said in a demanding tone. Her voice showing power and authority. Syed looked up at her with his head still on the desk.
"No." He said in a monotone. Showing no feeling or care. His voice was naturally deep. Showing just a little bit of a soft side.
"Head up. Come on."
"What's the point? I already learned all of this."
"Really? What was the cause of colored people getting their rights?"
"Too easy. It started with the constitution. Stating that anyone in that time was free. Obviously people weren't happy. So they kept them. Stealing them. And that became normal. Some didn't like it. They argued and fought. Getting freedom but no rights. Wouldn't you fight for it?" Everyone looked at Syed as he put his head down.
Warda began giggling to herself that a student outsmarted the teacher.