Anything Could Happen

It's All Falling Into Place

Chapter 10.

Delnaz's POV

*Friday that same week*

After fajr I raced to the cordless phone and answered.

"Hello?

"Hey, Deli."

"Zulfiyya?"

"Yeah. Sorry, I was just calling to ask about those forms you said you'd bring me?"

I took a moment to recall what forms she was talking about and began blurting out apologies. "Zuzu ya Allah I'm so, so so, so sorry. I completely forgot, I will get you the summer camp forms right away. Can I give them to you tomorrow? I'm so sorry I completely forgot this week-"

"Delnaz Aliyeva!"

"Sorry I'm-"

"Chill girl, what's up with you?"

"Sorry...I guess I'm just a bit panicky today. I have to rush to read Surah Kahf after class and do so many things today so yeah."

"I understand. Look, don't stress. Just give me the forms by Sunday, latest."

"Fine, yeah sure. Sorry, I just have so much to do today."

"No problem. Have a good day. Text after school."

"Sure thing. Bye Zuzu."

"Bye Deli."

I hung up and continued on to breakfast. My spoonful of cereal barely touched my lips before Father sped into the kitchen. He seemed happy and excited for some unknown reason. When he started talking to Uncle Reşit, who happened to be frying eggs, about football, I zoned out.

I stared out of the window on the far end of the kitchen. The mist blurred my vision but the lights and colours on the other side were very beautiful. I always seemed to appreciate the smaller things in life, not to brag, just to explain how weird I actually am.

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I cradled my books in my arms on my way to my locker. The school was relatively busy but not busy enough for Yıldız to be seen anywhere near the school grounds. Four walls. I was cornered in. Four walls. So hard to breathe in. Four walls. No getting out. Four walls. You can't afford to doubt. This was how school made me feel: trapped.

As I sat on the bench, struggling to keep warm, my imagination went wild. This usually happened when I was bored. My teachers always yelled at me for day dreaming. It was not a pretty experience but I couldn't help it...

Later in the day, Mr. Hussein, the science teacher whom I hated, called on me.

"Delnaz? Where is Delnaz?"

"Right here, sir." A girl with extremely pale skin and dark brown hair who sat next to me towards the back of the science classroom, pointed at me.

I just happened to be fast asleep when she did.

I guess that's why Mr. Hussein shouted at me, "Delnaz Aliyeva!"

My poor ears were ringing by the time Mr. Hussein had completed giving me his sermon about sleeping in his class. I had a headache and I could feel my period and a bit of bunk-ilitis coming on. The class snickered at what had just happened.

My high temper didn't help the sitatuation. I wanted to storm out of Mr. Hussein's stupid class and walk out of and faraway from school that day.