The Muslim Cinderella

Chapter 15

As I lied down, covered in all this stinky junk, I had a moment to think to myself.

Do I really care what Julia thinks? Or do I just want to show her that what happened wasn't my fault? Either way, I couldn't let her treat me like this. Calling me a terrorist and all. Just very disrespectful. Maybe I should tell the principal? Yeah that seems like common sense. Wow you're so smart Iqra. 

But the problem is that it hurts like crazy when I try to move. 

"Help!!" I called, as loud as I could. "Help?!"

After a while I hear someone banging on the door. I jumped from surprise. The doorknob tried to turn but the door was locked. The person outside the door used their keys and burst through the door.

" What's this garbage doing on the ground? I thought I heard someones voice?" It was the janitor.

"Help?" I whimpered from under the trash.

"Oh!" He pushed the garbage off of me. "Why can't you move?"

"I broke my knee a while ago but now I'm healing." I told him.

"Here let me help you." He grabbed my hand and attempted to pull me up. Of course it hurt but I fought back the pain. "Lean against this table."

I did as I was told and he left me to get a wheely chair from the teachers desk. 

"Sit on this." He instructed, so I sat down. The janitor wheeled into the hallway, and began the way to the office. "So how did you get under all that?"

"This girl named Julia did it." I explained what happened.

"Wow she should be suspended." He said after I finished the story. "Alright here's the office. I'll take you into the principals office so you can explain everything to her.

"Thanks." I told him before he left me in the office.

I waited for Mrs. Evans to arrive. In the meantime I rubbing my knee to try to heal it. It might not work, but it felt better.

"Hello again, Iqra." Mrs. Evan's said as she entered the office and sat down across from me. "I just saw you a few hours ago. What happened? And why are you in an office chair?"

"I-I was...I was..." Suddenly I broke down crying. I had no idea what happened to me. Tears started pouring down my face as I buried my head in my hands.

"Iqra? What's wrong?" Mrs. Evan's asked, concerned.

"I..I don't know." I said. "I just can't take it anymore.Julia took all the stuff from my locker and I don't know where she put it!"

"Maybe-"

"Then I tried finding her so I can ask her where it is but she was calling me all these horrible names!"

"Iqra-"

"But then she pushed me really hard and I fell to the ground! I wasn't able to move because I was in so much pain!"

"Iqra calm down!" Mrs. Evan's raised her voice.

I had realized I was basically screaming at her. I gave Mrs. Evan's a guilty look and her face softened up at me.

"Then what happened?" Mrs. Evans asked with a soothing voice.

"Then she dumped garbage on top of me." I told her.

"Oh my.." Mrs. Evans said. "Do you know where she is?"

"No. After she put garbage on me, she left and locked the door." I sniffed.

"Alright, I'll get some teachers and the janitors to help look for your belongings, okay?"

I nodded in response, as Mrs. Evan's left the room.

It was totally unnecessary for Julia to do something like this. I mean, wasn't it enough to take my stuff, or push me down, but throw garbage on me until I can barely breath? Who does that? Can't I just be married already and move schools? But no I have to wait until I graduate to get married.

I had a massive headache. From both yelling and being covered in garbage and worrying about myself. I didn't want to tell Ammi or Abbu what had happened. I would be slightly responsible for getting into this situation, but the majority of fault is Julia's. It was unfair.

My phone buzzed. I got a text. 

From Julia.

Julia: Did you find your stuff yet

Iqra: No. I don't want to talk to you. Leave me alone.

Julia: Oh, the little baby can't handle it? Pathetic.

Iqra: Fine. Say what you want. You're still going to be in trouble.

Julia: Like I care if I'm going to be in trouble?

Iqra: You know how much your parents like me. You're bound to get some type of aggressive punishment.

Julia: Blah blah blah shut up. Can't you see that I don't care?

Iqra: Whatever.

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I'm sorry for leaving the chapter so short. I feel bad for not having regular updates. But guys, please understand that I have writers block. It's hard for me right now. And I feel pressured to update all the time. And when I don't update, I feel guilty.

Anyways, thank you all so much for 20K reads and 1.1K votes. It honestly really means so much. I hope you continue enjoying the story.

(Yes, I did unpublish this chapter and fix the mistakes. Thank you for telling me kindly. I'm sorry. It was a horrible mistake. I'm just all over the place.)

~roshnamagic

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