Rendezvous of a hijabi

Chapter 16• Wyatt Green

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The wind is rushing through my hair, I'm screeching in gleeful delight.
"Safa! Hold on I'm going to let go now!" A deep male voice calls out. Panic sears through my chest as I fumble with the bike handles, I feel the wheels stray as I wobble from side to side.
The safety and security that cradled my conscience before was gone, I look back to see if he is there, looking over me and lose control.
I'm crashing into a tree with impact and my head spins. "Dad!" I call weakly.
Touching my head, I feel a sticky, warm substance and instantly recognise it's blood.
"Safa!! Get up you are strong, you can do this!" I hear the deep voice again.
"Don't give up you are stronger than that!" The voice is screaming more urgently now.
My eyes flutter shut as the voice continues to urge me to fight through it.

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Dazed and confused, I opened my eyes to find myself in the same place on the hallway floor.

Faisal's blurry face filled with relief and he helped me up in an instant.
"Man I was so worried I didn't see the guy leave, Safa who was it tell me I'll knock them out," He rambled, anger sparking in his eyes.

I rolled my eyes, "Don't worry I can handle it, just get me water please."

He rushed off in the distance to where the music is blasting.

I steadied myself against a locker and smoothed down my dress. I probably look a mess right now.

Thinking hard, I tried to picture the face of the guy. Well he was white...and slightly overweight.

Piece by piece it started to occur to me, Wyatt Green. Ever since I arrived at this school I'd notice him giving me dirty looks and screw faces, I just assumed he had a resting bitch face because how can someone have so much hatred without knowing your personality.

It was Nasra who picked up on it, said he was was islamaphobic probably, the kid wore a 'Make America great again' cap on Election Day apparently.

'Drink up, Saf we need to find this guy," he encouraged, "Do you remember his face."

The feeling of moisture regained in my throat and I felt so much better.

"I think so...but really I can handle it I just need to find him."

"What's his name?" He asked, "Oh my God is it that dude Mark, I swear I'll kill him."

"Nobody is killing anyone Faisal. It's just some pathetic guy who isn't educated enough to see that Muslims aren't a threat to him,"

"So it is him! What an idiot, if we all were terrorists then America wouldn't stand a chance" He laughed in disbelief.

I smirked despite myself, if I was such a threat then Wyatt wouldn't be here right now.

I explained to Faisal that confronting the kid was a stupid idea and I'd be better of leaving it to authority, the principal.

"Guess what," he grinned, "Wyatt's dad is one of the lead governors for the school."

This will be fun then.

My heart drums erratically in my chest as we amble to the principal's office, me with a slight limp from when I fell. My body ached as I felt bruises start to form and I wanted nothing more but to be wrapped up in bed.

"Come in!" a stern voice called out, "Aren't you kids too busy getting 'lit' or 'turnt' whatever you kids call it nowadays," he muttered, mimicking quotation marks.

We stifled a snicker, internally cringing at him.

"Sir is it okay if we speak to you about an incident." Faisal started.

The clock read 9:53 and the ball was about to close to an end by the time we finished explaining.

Principal Ramirez was distraught and appalled, his ears infamously flaming red.

He promised that it would be dealt with severely and his dad being the governor wouldn't lighten his punishment.

Honestly I was just tired, I went through so much crap with bullying in my old school and now I thought things would be different.

As we left his office, I glanced at my phone to see a collective number of 17 missed calls from the girls, I put it back in my clutch planning to call them back tomorrow.

The ride home was in a comfortable silence, and I was more than grateful to have the opportunity to absorb everything that happened.

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