"Wonderful," Aisha grumbled, pulling out her English book and slamming it upon the table. "Just wonderful."
I sat beside her quietly, twirling a pen between my fingers. Though I gave off the impression of great calm, I was seething.
How dare she act like this is my fault, I thought bitterly. I'm not the one who signed up to tutor her.
Aisha tore a piece of lined paper out of her notebook, not bothering to pick off the bits that hungs of the side like a loose tooth, begging to be tugged out. I cringed and turned my attention from the notebook paper to my classmate.
"Where," I asked. "Do you want to start?"
And so it began.
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Aisha and Me (Coming Soon)
Teen Fiction"So you're Muzlum?" The number of times Jameela has heard this question asked of her in life is countless. She wears hijab to school, is quiet, conservative, and doesn't talk to any of the boys. Naturally, all these thing, while they're initial purp...
