as my mother once said, "you are a fucking disappointment to the human race"
at the cafeteria..... second break:p
"could you tell me why are we trying to get out of this fucked up school" alreem asked, sara decided to call the alnood 'alreem'. "you said it, this school is fucked up!" shama replied, gesturing at amal's tired face.
"like how many nights did you have overnights for an exam?" shama asked, debating. "like a lot" shama answered the question, not letting alreem have the chance to respond. "except maryam because maryam doesn't study like ever"
"so who's in" shawarma yelled. Gaining the attention of the others. "but when skip school, won't are parents know?" curry argued. Gaining some nods of agreement. "your parents will die, so why do you care" shawarma counterattacked, curry held her chest dramatically, gripping her uniform harshly. "how dare you, say that" she wiped a fake tear. Her fake crying was bad. Like Laura lee acting acting skills.
"so, y'all are in or nah" shawarma asked, again getting tired of having to repeat herself to those idiots. "yeah, yeah are all of us, are in" khadija chided. "but before we could skip school, could we get the thumbscrew from mister imad office" the girls looked at her confused.
"wait, why? Does mister imad has a thumbscrew, and how do you know that?" noora asked. "mister imad, took my thumbscrew, when I was chasing wasabi" shamsa shrugged, not really caring how shama, moved away from her. A little.
"how are going to escape, there are lots of security guards." alia asked, before taking another bite of her corn. "we are going to kill them" maryam answered, sitting on the floor of the cafeteria.
"why are you sitting on the floor again?" Aisha was weirded out by her group of friends, maybe. Just maybe she should go to Athab. But Athab is hell, so no. she can't.
"because, I am muslim" maryam scoffed, and continued eating her chicken nuggets. "how are we going to kill them, tho" noora acknowledged, "using my father's gun" shamsa said, as she got a pistol out of her bag that she rarely unzip.
"why do you have a gun?" Alreem asked, scooting away from shamsa.
"because my dad"
"did you plan on using it?"
"yeah, on shama"
"did your father ever threatened you with it" shawarma asked this time, concerned she chose the wrong set of victims.
"yeah, he threatened me at gun point" shamsa shrugged it off as if it was nothing to be worry about, but it is. So the others shrugged it off as well. Except alreem, because alreem felt the need to jump over a fast moving car, to die but she didn't. so sucks to suck she's still alive.
"so we will take the thumbscrew from imad office, we have a gun...." curry listed out, "but is the gun silent?" curry added, as she looked at shamsa's gun, shamsa nodded, "why do you think I was planning to use it on shama, in break time because it's silent" shamsa hinted, as she glared at shama who's about to run away. "don't run away, you coward" alreem commanded, shama sat back down in her seat, sighing. Laying her head on the table. "fuck life, shamsa shoot me! Please.." shama begged, the younger girl pointing the gun at her forehead. The other girls were surprised but they didn't try to stop shamsa or shama.
To say the least shamsa was tempted to pull the trigger, like really tempted but there security guards in the cafeteria and bunch of witnesses, so no she wouldn't sacrifice getting caught. So she pulled the gun away from shama who was disappointed at shamsa's actions.
"a coward slut" shama cursed mumbling, shamsa stabbed her in the stomach. "what did you call me?" she threatened, "a slu-" shama got slapped this time, "I am not a slut, I am a tea slut there's a difference" shamsa scolded.
"so are we going to kill the security guards?" noura asked, everyone nodded."so my life dream will finally come true, to kill someone?" they nodded again, that when she seemed to grin like a shama which is bad.
Alreem chimed in with "wait, are we going to take the thumbscrew first?" shamsa nodded eagerly. "yeah, like how can we kill someone without torturing them first. Is this a joke?" shamsa panted out, getting of people not knowing the basics of murder. 'those peasants!' she thought, as she looked at khadija and shama laugh at a stupid joke, that's not even funny!
Dear lord, help shamsa become patient. (Spoiler: not gonna happen. Sad σ(*_*) )
"soooo, immigrants we are going to start plan A on Monday, bring your stuff in Sunday. Put it in the lockers. Don't the security find out, or we will literally eliminate you from this cult" sara said with a happy cheerful smile, but her voice had a dark undertone to it. The girls nodded expect alreem because she was too busy watching the drama causing maryam to hit the back of her head.
"are we clear?" shawarma said with an uneasy smile, everyone in the table nodded except alreem again, this time shama was going to hit but shamsa slapped the back of shama's head before she could do anything to harm the other girl.
"apologise, you fucking Logan pauler" shamsa demanded, and well shama retreated with a fucking a "no" and ran away. Shamsa was too lazy to chase her around, so she sat in her place in peace.
"sooo, how are going to kill them?" amal asked, who's internally dying from the boy on her screen. She doesn't want to show to her friends or the world that she's a slut for him.
'Oh well... this is where we die' maryam thought, as she looked in the far distant at the not so good at hiding shama that is under the palm tree.
"five minutes left, we should get going" curry announced, standing up with a tried face not wanting to go to whichever class next. "meet you next week!" aisha said, turning her heal to the direction of the exist.
The next class that the four dumbass girls (except for sara) had is math. Sara pretended to be excited about the problems that math has. She had noticed that he was one hella of a problematic guy more than maryam which is a big fucking surprise to sara.
Shama and shamsa were whining about the upcoming math test, that they didn't study for. They were screaming at each other at how shama is worst cheater in existence. "I did not!" shama screamed loudly probably offended by the true fact that shamsa spat in her ugly, hideous, medusa like face.
Maryam was just at the back, looking down at her small friends. Arguing about shit they never do. She would laugh every now and then at the creative insults the two gave each other. To the point that they didn't notice sara wasabi ditching them.
"you are late!" sara roared through the quiet class smiling as if she won a noble prize (which will never happen). "fuck you, sara. Shut up" shamsa cursed, at the sitting girl as she went to her seat ready to be tortured with unsolvable questions.
Miss joanna came in, "you are late!" shama said this time. "no, I am not" the adult defended herself. "don't worry I am just high from the new season of my little romance, where fuck every single day" the teacher seemed to ignore or did not pay attention to what shama said. Cause someone else did, sara was trying hard not to pull out her secret the she hides in her shoes and kill shama at this moment.
"now put you ipad in the middle of the table, the exam is about to start"
After a torturous exam
"I fucking failed!" shamsa said, as she passed the paper, she felt like killing her she can already imagine the disappointed look her mother well give when she comes back home.
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thank you for reading I could've made it better but I am a lazy ass
- depressive kid
