"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...
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Sadia's P.O.V
My heart was beating so fast that I was scared it'd jump out of my chest any minute. I've left everything behind me. My friends, my house and most importantly, my family. The only thing I have left is my brother. And I'm just thankful he didn't turn out like my stupid excuse of a father.
I wonder where he is right now. At home? In jail?
No, I must stop thinking about him. He doesn't deserve my time.
The first time I had visited Everton High, the head teacher informed me that there'll be three girls, in my year, looking after me. Since that day, I've been trying to imagine what they look like and what they'll be like. Will they hate me because I'm a Muslim and I wear the hijab? Will they be as mean as the girls back in my old school?
I took a deep breath and got in the car with Othman, my twenty-one year old brother, making our way to school.
"Are you ready?" He asked, giving me a quick glance and turned back to face forward.
No. I'll never be ready. "Yeah, of course, I was born ready"
He let out a small chuckle and a smile stayed on his face for the rest of the journey. The drive was about fifteen minutes away and neither of us said anything, I looked outside the window, admiring the beautiful view of the sun behind the bare trees. It's honestly the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. The song The Moon by Khaled Siddique, which we were both in love with, was playing softly in the background.
Will they hate me like all the other girls did?
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"Salam Alaikum (peace be with you)" I waved as I existed the car. He waved back and smiled, trying to reassure me that everything is going to be okay.
If only.
I waved again and turned my back towards him, making my way to the main entrance of the school. Ya Allah, have mercy on me.
Stepping inside into the main entrance, probably the scariest thing I've ever done, my emotions were all over the place. Like a rollercoaster, you could say. I'm happy that I've finally moved on, leaving all the negative things behind me in Manchester, but at the same time, I'm also really nervous. I could hear my heart thumping in my chest, that's how scared I am right now.
I try to tell myself that I'll be fine, which doesn't really do much reassuring, and make my way towards the reception. Alhamdulillah my memory is great and I can remember exactly where the reception is located.
I put on a fake smile and enter the room with a big label on the door "Head's Office", quickly wanting to get away from all the stares I was getting from the students around the school.
I let out a small gasp as soon as I walk in. Right in front me, I see three girls. And can I just say how shocked I am right now? One) these girls are hijabis and two) they're drop dead gorgeous. It feels like a sin just being in the same room as them.
