Khadijah ✔️

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Khadijah took out her chapstick out of her pencil case and applied it on her poorly looking lips — due to constant biting for no specific reason.

She was in the art class, working on her latest piece. Mrs. Tyson, her art teacher, always allowed her to work in the art classroom during lunch when she wanted to.

She was always thankful to her.

Khadijah carefully dipped her round brush into the blob of blue color — on her pallet. It was a simple portrait of a girl, dancing. A ballerina dancing alone. Nothing but her, the stars, and the moon.

She wiped the brush in the paper tissue. She stepped back and admired her artwork. The door was bursted open, and Mrs. Tyson walked into the classroom and her eyes landed on the painting.

"Oh my — my goodness. Khadijah — Khadijah that is... breathtaking," she said. "How long have you been working on this?"

"Um — about a week?"

She was surprised when she pulled her into a hug. She let out a gasp and slowly wrapped her arms around Mrs. Tyson. "That's beautiful, darling. You're very talented, do you know that?"

She looked up from the ground and smiled. "Well, I like to think that sometimes. No doubt though, I'd very much like to improve," she replied. "I really got to go my next class."

She walked out of the art room and went into her Literature room. The room was empty, as usual. She took out her book report — that was neatly typed and in a U-file — and put it on her desk.

The door opened and who walked in didn't meet her expectations of who it would have been. Luke looked at the watch on his wrist and sighed.

"God. I thought I was late. Now I am actually early." Khadijah chuckled softly, not wanting to capture his attention. But due to the fact that they were the only ones there, it was highly impossible for him not to.

"Khadijah," he breathed out. "Hi. How are you?"

She looked down. "I am good, thank you for asking," she thanked him. "Have you done the book report?"

He nodded, taking the seat right next to hers. "I did, yes." He replied. "What was the book you wrote about?" She asked him, almost instantly.

"Harry Potter."

Her eyes went wide and a flash of shock, amusement, and happiness all mixed together was present right there. "Really? You like Harry Potter?" He nodded.

"I love Harry Potter. He's just so realistic, I guess. His personality is so well written that you can easily relate to him to yourself."

"Exactly." She said.

At that moment, she realized that there might be more in common she had with him than she previously thought.