"So" I started, getting comfortable on my bed, "There's a girl who'll be transferring to our year"
"Really?" Ameera asked, her big brown eyes and mouth wide open, as if it was impossible to believe that somebody could move to a different school.
I...
I've always hated it when people have accents, whether it is American, Australian or even British, and I'm finding it extremely hard to resist punching this idiot in front of me in the face.
I've been asking her nicely, ok well maybe that part isn't true, but still, to move out of my way because one) her accent was annoying the Jahanam out of me and two) those heels were so bright and ugly. Do people seriously not have any fashion sense these days? Like, this girl needs to be arrested because this a crime, people!
You cannot wear yellow heels with red trousers. This girl is crazy, she probably just wanted to blind the whole population of Earth with those hideous shoes.
"Calm down, mate" She rolled her eyes and she said it as if we've been best buddies for life.
"Listen here" I quickly looked down at her shoes "Miss Ugly Shoes, I have never and will never be your 'mate'. Do you understand you little ugly-shoed idiot?" I glared at her.
She nodded and ran away before I could even smile at her. Oh well, that's her loss, she just missed my million pounds worth smile that everyone absolutely adores. Stuck in my thought, I didn't realise that Aliyah had come out of her class and was now standing right next to me.
"Blimey" She said, running her eyes in frustration.
"Stop trying to make blimey a thing" I hissed at her, embarrassed at my best friend's choice of words. She's always been like this, well as long as I remember at least, she somehow finds about these dead words and tries to make them happen. She fails.
"Where the heck is Ameera?" I snapped, my legs repeatedly tapping on the white tiled floor, looking at my five hundred pound watch that my father had bought me from Paris. It was gold and so pretty and it went really well with my outfit as well, making it even more fabulous.
About two seconds later, I look back and see Ameera with her books held tight with one of her hands, while the other had her bright, blue, Pink bag in it, running like a mad woman. Yeah I know, I find it stupid too, the name of the bag is pink yet the bag itself is blue. No logic there.Aliyah and I looked at each other and immediately sighed. Then we looked back at Ameera who was now only about two seconds away from us.
"Guys, guys!" She hit my back, trying to gain my attention. I glared at her but she smiled, not understanding what was happening.
"I just seed this really cute bag!" She yells, her voice echoing through out the now empty corridors, throwing her arms all over the place, and her eyes were wide in awe.
I didn't even bother correcting her. Neither did Aliyah, we knew there was no point. We've all been friends for ages and I guess we've just gotten used to her, excuse my rudeness, stupidity.
When talking to that girl, you might as well just go talk to a wall. You could be talking to her, explaining to her for a whole day, but she'd never understand. It's like as soon as you say something, it goes in her ear and comes out straight away after in her other ear. But the good thing was that she was sporty, so I guess she's not completely helpless. Her family, who are from Pakistan, are obsessed with cricket. It's an obsession so big, I don't think they'll ever be able to get over it. Anyway, since she had been living with her uncles and cousins for a while, the love of cricket and other sports just rubbed onto her, I guess.
"Well come on then, we're going to be late" I stated and waited for the girls to stand by my side so we could make our way to the cafeteria, as the dinner ladies are going to be serving the food in a few seconds.
So, together, standing in the form of a triangle, with me in the middle, we walked down the corridors like we ruled the school.
~*~
"People, move" I yelled and everyone made way for us. Some of the girls that were a year below us rolled their eyes and started talking crap about us, but they still moved because they were scared. Others actually had respect for us, specifically Aliyah and I, and moved with no hesitation.
We got our lunch and went to sit down in our designated table. It's a table for the popular only, this one time this little blonde tried to sit down with us. You know what happened to her? She was gone by the next week. You see, my father basically owns the school, so I could ruin any students life without even having to move a single finger. So I started fake crying, which I'm an expert at, and went running to him telling him that she'd been bullying Ameera since she'd joined the school. The reason I didn't use myself as an excuse is because my dad knows I'd never let anyone mess with me, he'd find it incredibly hard to believe. And since Ameera is, well you know not exactly blessed with a smart brain, it's not hard to believe that people made fun of her for it. Well anyway, my father had immediately called the girls parents and told them that their daughter has been expelled from the school, and she should 'change her attitude' before she causes a lot of trouble for herself. So, yeah, that was a lesson for everyone.
Don't mess with us hijabis.
I smiled at the memory and took the sandwich off the plate and bit into it. The girls did the same, and it wasn't long until the whole table was full. I smiled at Amanda and shook my head when she offered me some of her Haribos.
We gotta at least keep some of it halal, you know?
*So, how was it? Amazing. Yeah I know.
Lol we're all so excited to write this, it's gonna be litttt*
BTW:
HARAM: FORBIDDEN IN ISLAM
HALAL: IT'S OK/NOT FORBIDDEN.
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