TW: Bullying, addiction, abuse, depression, anxiety, racism and homophobia are mentioned in this story.
Abi, the new girl from Manhattan, has arrived to Stony Brook, Upstate NY. She befriends Fatima (who lost weight over the summer and has been c...
Fatima's house is fifteen minutes away from school by foot. She usually gets to school by riding her bike or she walks. She took out her keys and opened the door to her house. "Oh, put your shoes over here, please." We took off our shoes and we put them on the shoe rack. Wow, she has a very nice house. "That's my stink little brother, Caesar."
"I don't stink. I shower three times a week." Okay, that's gross. Caesar looked at me and tilted his head. "I know her..." he pointed at Nina.
"But who are you?" He pointed at me.
"That's Abidemi. If you bother us, I'll tell Mom that you stayed up past midnight playing video games instead of being asleep, okay?"
"Haha, Mom already knows. If you give me ten dollars then we have a deal."
"How about I cut the bristles of your toothbrush and then we have a deal?" We went upstairs to her room. Her room is very nice.
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We all sat on her bed and she took out a box. "Who likes Monopoly?"
I gasped. "I love Monopoly. I want to be the hat!"
"Fedoras are so lame."
"Why do people hate fedoras so much? I love them."
"Because fedoras equal hipsters." Hm. Yeah, she's right. Hipsters tings are Brooklyn tings. They're so hipster! People walk their pigs. Man, wypipo took Brooklyn. I DID NOT see that coming!
I was still the hat, though.
Nina won the first round. "Who's the queen? I am!"
"Nina, you totally cheated!" Fatima yelled. "No, I didn't. You're just being a sore loser. Abi, did you see me cheat?"
I zipped my lips and scratched my neck. "I ain't no snitch." There was a knock on the door. A middle aged woman with dark blonde hair opened the door. "Hello, girls."
"Hey, Ami. This is our new friend, Abidemi."
"Oh, yes. You're the new girl. My Fatima has heard so much about you." I shook hands with Fatima's mom. "It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Khisri. You have a lovely home."
"Thank you, dear. I'm going to make everybody some briouat and jallab. I'll be right back." Fatima's mom went downstairs to make briouat...whatever that is. It sounds good.
We watched The Human Centipede on Netflix and then Mrs. Khisri called us downstairs. We went to the kitchen and sat at the table. Whatever briouat and jallab is, it looks and smells good.
I took a bite of the briouat; it tasted good! Then I took a sip of the jallab; it was magnificent!
