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...
"So, how was the date?" Nina whispered to me. We were doing a group assignment on Hamlet. Our teacher was sitting at his desk.
"It was nice--"
"How was the show, because I want to get tickets," Fatima said.
"Iliza is hilarious--"
"Did you guys eat food?"
"We ate sushi--"
"Is he a good kisser?"
"I don't know, okay?"
"How could you not know?" they said simultaneously.
Our teacher, Mr. Choi, cleared his throat and scolded at us with his arms folded. We chuckled nervously and went back to work. "How could you not know?" Fatima whispered quieter.
"Because I didn't kiss him. I don't kiss until the third date."
"Oh. Why?"
"For some reason, all of my exes were jerks and what they all had in common was: I let them go first-base on the first date. I figured, maybe if I make them wait, they'd be worth it. Why, is it prudish?"
She shook her head. "No, it's a personal choice. I was just curious why."
"Ahem! Since you three seem to be discussing something other than Hamlet, you can discuss it in detention." He gave us three paper slips. I groaned and slouched in my chair.
After class, my pals and I went our separate ways. They had Home Ec and I had gym class. I took a shortcut by taking the back stairs so I could go to the locker room. I went to my locker and opened it to take out my uniform. I put on my shirt and then my joggers. That's when I heard giggling. I turned around and some girls were pointing at me. I glared at them. "What's so funny?"
"Nice underwear, new girl!"
Huh? I don't get it--
Why does my rear end feel a breeze?
I looked in the mirror and turned around. THERE'S A HUGE HOLE IN MY PANTS! AND IT'S SHOWING MY HELLO KITTY UNDERWEAR!!
What?! It's laundry day, okay?!
This is bad! My shirt wasn't long enough to cover it! Ohhhh, where's a sewing kit when I need it?! "OMG, what a creative fashion statement!" I recognized that voice. Unfortunately, Headphanie and Shay were in my gym class. They were giggling like hyenas. "Did you cut my pants?"
"Shay needed to practice my clothes-making technique from Home Ec. I hope you don't mind!"
"These pants cost $35! That's $2.75 worth of Adidas cloth you cut off!"
"Whatever. $35 is just petty change. Besides, all that exercise today, the hole will help you cool off." They walked away, snickering. My fist clenched so hard, I looked like that Arthur meme.
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Oh, man, what am I gonna do? What am I gonna do?!
"Hurry up, ladies! I want you out there in two minutes!"
WHAT AM I GONNA DO??! That's when I bumped into something small. "Ow!" I looked at it and it was the Lost and Found box.
In there...was a hoodie. It was XL, so that would definitely be long enough! I tried it on and...okay, the person who lost this needs to shower.
I sprayed some (aka thirty-five sprits) perfume on it to mask the smell and tried it on. It covered the hole perfectly!! "Come on, Dias, you have thirty seconds!" Coach Keller makes you do ten laps around the gym for every minute you're late. I, for one, am not trying to die, so I ran out of there. I stood next to the girls' side and noticed Headphanie glaring at me. I shrugged at her and stifled a giggle.
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