The Bad Muslimah

6. Betrayal

6. Betrayal

Sareea's POV

I've spent the entire weekend in isolation of the outside world. Seems a little extreme but it is absolutely true. I haven't been on the internet or watched TV. I've read a ton of books of bad things happening to other people, so I could feel a little bit better. Selfish, I know.

But unfortunately, I could no longer live like a Chinese monk. I had to go school, and face the music. Nobody saw me leave with a bra, my leggings and hijab, obviously! I stole someone's jacket, and stole a sweater to cover my hair. Still to this day, I have no idea what happened. \

I got ready; I chose a very modest look for today. I wore a black abaya and a longer, thicker hijab to conceal my woman areas. I hope there is no attention drawn towards me.

I fly out the door, after noticing that school starts in less than half an hour and the commute to school is 20 minutes long. The struggle is so real.

When I leave the lobby, I turn to my left to see Spicy smoking; he gives me a dirty look. I shoot him a glare back. How dare he, a non Muslim judging me? He has no right. I ran to the running bus, but ultimately failed.

I stood next to the bus stop, shivering. I wish I brought a heavier coat. Its only November, but the weather resembles January. While into my thoughts, I heard a voice call me from the distance. I knew that voice from anywhere.

"Hey Rere!" A voice called from a black car, coming to a stop.

"Hey..." I hesitated. I'm not sure a kidnapper would call me ReRe and and wave. Well I hope not. A head popped out with the wind blowing in her hair, until the car came to an ultimate stop.

Devin leaned in from the driver’s seat.” The bus is basic, come on and join the dark side." He said while patting on the passenger seat.

I smile to myself, and get in the car. I guess I am slowly joining the dark side. A part of me drooped a little, but the other part was happy, but in a bad kind of way...

We arrive at school, and I rushed out of the car running because my first period teacher is going to give me an after school detention. Ain't anybody got time for that.

While speed walking to my locker, I notice the hallway to be a lot quieter than it usually is, but the hallway isn't empty. It reminds me of a Mean Girls quote. Have you ever walked into a room and then realized everyone was just talking about you? Yeah, that.

"She has the nerve to wear the hijab?" A girl whispered