That Rich Kid (Niall Horan)

Chapter 3

HEY GAIZ!!! WHADUP? So this chapter is a flashback :)
7 years ago...
Zayn's P.OV
The feelings of anxiety made me look down at the floor all the time. Hands trembled constantly and the clock on the wall ticked accurately. My heart couldn't stop beating. The title of being 'the new student' gave me goosebumps when people started at me and asked me unexpected questions randomly. I tried to answer the questions as best as I could. Even though, their impressions really annoyed me but I could do nothing. I knew that they didn't understand or know me either. Well... Just a bunch 10-year-old.

Grade 5. That's my grade. It was awkward to move into another country which was your first time being here. United States of America. I'm from England. USA's totally different. We had to move here as Dad had a promotion with a higher salary from his company where he works at. Mom told me just to stay strong no matter what would happen. I didn't want to be here but I had to. I missed my old hometown. I was scared if I didn't have any friends here. What if they didn't want to accept me? What if someone bullied me?. As Mom told me, this town where we had to stay now, has many foreign residents. And... Here must have people from UK. You know... It's hard to suite with the accent. My British accent. Lately I'd been practicing to speak in American accent.

It's lunch hour, nobody came to me and said hello. I felt alone. I was bad at starting a conversation. I wasn't friendly. And one of the things that always made me insecure about was my race. Being a mixed race in a new place. My Pakistani look. My British look. I have Pakistani blood. I also have British and Irish bloods. Basically, I'm a British. I didn't want people to be sceptic when the first time they looked at me. But it happened a lot.

"Oi Paki!" Did someone call me that? I looked down at my food maybe he called someone else. I continued eating and stopped wondering. Sandwich. It was yummy. I took a bite and chewed it slowly. I pretended that I didn't hear the nickname which I hated.

"Oi Paki who's now eating a Sandwich!," I heard it again. This time, I really wanted to know the one who was being rude to me. 'Paki' sounded so racism. Calm down Zayn. Mom's voice appeared in my mind all of sudden. I wanted to defend myself. The fact was I didn't know what to do now. Treat people like the way you want to be treated boy... Dad's voice came out, it was his advice for me. I stood up from the bench and turned to face the one who called with such a rude nickname.

A blonde haired boy with his friend stood next to him, he smirked while hugging himself. He scanned myself from the bottom of my toes to the top of my head. I stood and didn't do anything. I stayed silent. That boy walked closer and closer until his ocean blue eyes met mine. How could he know my background?. One of the things why I always felt insecure about myself when I was in public. My heart started to beat quickly and felt so scared and angry at the same time.

"What are you huh? An alien? You're the weirdest creature I've ever met," he laughed at me loudly. His friend, the one who had a brunette hair also joined him. I hated his laugh. It was disturbing!. I tried to be patient even I was suffering to deal with this boy who I didn't know. He seemed like wanting an attention. A cheap attention. I didn't want my parents to be here because of me.

"What's this? Wow nice bag! A Vans! My favorite!," his friend grabbed my backpack from the bench where I sat on just now. Wait, did he have a British accent?. The blonde from what I heard I could recognize that he's an Irish. Their accents were not that thick. Why did UK boys act like this with me? I didn't stand up like a coward, I tried to take my Vans back but the brunette one passed it to his friend. He laughed as I couldn't take my Vans back. I felt angry because the Vans was a gift for my 10th birthday of course I loved it.

"Hey, give it to me! That's mine!," I yelled as loud as I could to make them notice my existence. They took my bag away and passed to each other while running. I chased them in a fast motion. These two boys still didn't give my bag yet. I wanted to cry, I loved the Vans. It's the best bag I've ever had. Mom and Dad were not that rich. That's why I always appreciated everything I had. Three of us chased each other in large circle in this park next to the cafeteria. I could not believe the first day of being in school could be like this!. One of the worst moments of my life. They kept on laughing as I couldn't chase them. I was about to cry as nobody helped me.