My Classmate

Chapter 1

(First day of high school)
Asma's POV
Ya Allah, make this school year go easy on me. I pray in my head as I was on my way to school in the train. Yes I have to take the train, because my parents don't have a car. We can't afford one. " This stop is central av" the speaker says and I get off the train and head to my school. While the music blasting throughout my head phones, I was enjoying the peaceful walk.

It's a little chilly today so I decided to wear a heavy gray sweater over my blue skirt. I also wore my blue polka dot hijab and matched that with my white and black converse.

The school was only two blocks away from the train stop. I saw the front door of the school and started to freak out because there is not even one hijabi. I saw friends hug and say I miss you. While I was there all alone lost in my world. I remembered my best friends Sayma and Maha from middle school. And my other best friend who I known since 3rd grade, joselin.

"ASLAM ALYKUM!!! "A voice interrupted my thoughts. I jumped and turned around to see a girl with a huge cheesy grin plastered on her face. "Wa'alaykum Aslam" I said. " I'm Sofia Ahmed" She said bursting with happiness.

"I'm Asma Akram" I replied. Sofia is a very pretty girl. She had blue eyes and was really tall. She is also very modest. Alhamduliallah she had a hijab!! "So you a freshmen?" She asked. "Yes I am , how about you?" Her grin grew even wider and said " O my god me too!!"

We got in the school and we where told that all the freshmen had to go to the gym so they can get their schedules. I sat next to Sofia on the bleachers and waited for the principle while other students came in.

While waiting I got to learn more about Sofia. She wasn't born a muslim. Her family didn't practice any religion. She explained how she was lost in her life and didn't know what was missing. she said she started learning about Islam, fell in love with it and converted when she was 12. She is now 15 and she said she knows so much about it. And the more she knows the more she loves it.

After a few minutes a women came in and stood in the middle of the gym. She had a tight bun on her head. She seemed pretty fancy. "Welcome to Midwood high school. We are happy to have you here, and we promise that you are gonna love it. Here are your schedules and don't lose them.

Please, everyone, we have high expectations for students here. So work hard and never give up. I am miss Gonzales and have a nice day." As the staff gave out the schedules I hoped Sofia would be in some of my classes. I got mine and she got hers and we compared them. In fact I had all the classes with her! Except for Global History.

Sofia and I walked to our first class which was Honors Algebra. I sat in the back with Sofia till the teacher came. He was and old man with white hair and piercing blue eyes. " Hello, my name is Mr. Rivera and I will be your algebra teacher this year. There are many-" his voice was cut off by the door opening fast revealing a boy.

"Sorry I'm late" he said trying to keep his breath. He must've ran a lot. "Well well well , late on the first day of school. You know that makes a bad impression of you? Try getting here more early." Mr. Rivera said nicely. "Yes sir. I will try." Replied the mysterious boy.

The teacher made us all introduce our selves. Then he called my name by saying Azma. Ugh. I always had this problem with teachers pronouncing my name wrong. "Um it's Asma but pronounced as Esmaa." I said embarrassed at my classmates reactions. They all where laughing except that late boy. I looked at him slightly surprised and he shot me a wink.

Ugh I fucking hate boys who act like that, I scowl and look away. I could also feel my cheeks burning on my face because of the embarrassment. He looked amused, I cannot show him that I get angry, because then he will take an advantage to bother me. But ugh. Damn he is beautiful. Blahhhhh!! What am I thinking. I'm not gonna get a stupid boy get to me. I got in front of the class awkwardly and began by saying...

"Hi, my name is esmaa, well it's pronounced esmaa but written as asma. A-s-m-a. Umm I'm 14 years old. Iam a proud arab muslim. And if you have any problems with that go knock your self out. I like music, reading , and eating. And I always hope for the best, but expect the worst. I live with my mom, dad and 5 sisters. Plus my only brother Adam. I love him to death. And by the way Iam proud to wear my headscarf and I believe that it makes me feel and look beautiful. Um thank you" I smiled wide, proud of what I said, and walked back to my seat.

But the weird thing is that unknown guy was looking at me with a smirk on his face the whole time I was speaking!! Astagfirallah!! Lower your gaze. But wait, how would he know that if he's not muslim.

Sofia was called after me and she looked so beautiful while she was speaking. Me I'm just simple. Fair skin, hazel eyes, and 5'1. I never really wore makeup cuz it feels like I'm holding 5 pounds on my face. After Sofia the mysterious guy was called. To my surprise his name was Adam. "Hey, my name is Adam. I live with both of my parents and one sister. I love gaming and eating junk good. Iam a muslim and Iam 16 years old. I started school late and got left back a grade if you're wondering about my age. Umm I love basketball and I hope to be an athlete later in life." He then smiled and walked back to his seat.

Wait,wait. He said he was muslim?!??! Wow. As he was speaking I studied his features. He looked like he was 6' and he has a sharp jaw line with hazel magical eyes. And he had an earring and a nose piercing. Poor guy, he looks like no one supports him in life. I hope he becomes a better muslim. Wait, did I just call his eyes magical. Ya Allah forgive me. The rest of the day went by like a blur and as last period bell rang I left class re. Adam was in all my classes except for band class.

As I was fast walking I wasn't looking where I was going. And to my luck I bumped in to Adam and fell to the ground on my butt. As I was cursing under my breath. " I'm sorry, um are you ok?" He says. I nod and start walking again. Ugh why do I have to be such an idiot?! I made my way to train station and went home.
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I got home and hugged my mom. She asked my how was school I just said it was fine. I helped her with the cooking. Ate. And did the dishes. I walked to the bathroom and washed my face and teeth. Then I made my way to my bed. I read ayat alkursy and then slept hoping I won't get those nightmares again.
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That's Asma's out fit on the side. That's not her face. It will come in one of the other chapters.