incest is wincest - master shasma
The next day in the english class, sara was paying attention, shamsa was not giving two fucks about the teacher, maryam is trying to be a goody two shoes even though she hates the teacher deep inside, while shama the bitch just wanted to rest in sleep.
It was morning but the english teacher wanted the students to do some maths for fun, 'a good way to exercise your mind' shama and shamsa were craving to kill the teacher or themselves they didn't know which power was greater. Sara was happy about it cheering stuff like"YOU ARE CORRECT!! READ BOOKS!" kinda like that. maryam was secretly cringing but kept a fake smile on her face since she knows how her class sucks ass. (or eat it)
Maryam really pities the teachers who teach them.
A knock on the door was heard to disturb the boring annoying lecture the teacher was giving, about how their class behaviour is lower than the Netherlands land level. Miss heba, came into the room. Looking like a goddamn robot that will kill you any second. (and hey her hijab colour today is...... blue).
"o- oh hi, miss heba. How may I help you" the Irish woman said to be polite, but everyone knows that everyone hates miss heba and maha even the teachers including the staff, security guards male and female. It's a miracle that the colourful hijab-i woman has a handsome (no one knows if she even has a husband, cause she maybe her so called husband is her cousin or wife?) husband. "hi..." miss heba said coldly, scanning the girls. "I need the girls shama, maryam alfalaki?, shamsa abdu?, shara wasabi to get out of class, now" the counsellor announced, as if it's a reflex the class girls being the noisy pieces of shits they are. They decided to take a 'glance' at the called girls. It was more like a head spin for a drama scene.
The chosen girls were in shock, what the fuck did they do?! Maybe they found out they were the reason the rocket is gonna hit earth. The now four girls were behind miss heba. Shamsa took the chance to elbow shama. The hurt girl flinched "what the fuck? Bitch!" she hushed angrily, "what the fuck did you do to get us caught!" shamsa whispered back, more like hissed.
"how the heck do you think it's me, it might be maryam she might forgot to close one of her Porn sites tabs since you know she has too many tabs" shama whispered reasoned, pointing fingers at the big giraffe. Shamsa seemed convinced, until she saw the look on maryams face. She was still innocent in her eyes.
Slap
"how the fuck dare you talk about my mother like that!" maryam was moved from shamsa's action. Sara doesn't understand how miss heba didn't notice the drama scene that seemed to happen in front of the whole class and the teacher shama really hated.
Shama's pride is long gone at this point. wait does she even have one?
They were surprised at the sight of their potato religion or cult were outside the door. Plus the slut girl manal. Miss heba just went to her office, the girls followed her not knowing what the fuck is happening, forgetting that they just tried to plan to end the world yesterday.
Ms. Heba office:
"so may I ask why are we here?" maryam asked, trying to be the politest person she can be. So the devil horns don't rise from the dead like woman. "mister imad, yeah your fucking retarded principle requested us, more like me. To put you guys in one class." miss heba said, pointing at the ninth grade girls. looking like she wants to kill that man for existing.
"she's probably a feminist, for once I will support if we can kick that horny bastard out of this school" shama whispered to shamsa, who was restraining not to laugh. "whats so funny, girl!?" the vampire skinned woman questioned, "I'll tell you" that's when every person in the room facepalmed themselves mentally, knowing that shama doesn't think before speaking to anyone. "I just remembered a really funny joke!" shamsa glanced at the suicide mission that is happening.
"say it, I wanna laugh, ha ha" miss heba said with no emotion. Which made shamsa theorise that miss heba was only a robot created by mister imad, she's version 2.0 and sad that version 1.0 got deactivated, that kinda explains how you can see the teacher in different parts of the school in matters of seconds.
" ok ok, sooo, who invented the round table?"
"who?"
"sirr cumference" shama bursted out of laughter, "sorry, I just love this joke, it's so good"
"ha ha ha ha, that's so funny, and you know what's funny too, I am gonna be your teacher for all subjects"
"WHAT NOOOOOO! BITCH! THAT'S MUST BE A GREAT JOKE THEN!" shamsa screamed, the miss looked at her with a serious face. "I wish I was kidding but that son of a slut, assigned me to teach you stuff" khadija did the woah before fainting, and saying "I hate you, miss heba"
"Whats with kids fainting these days?" miss heba getting fucking tired of a person fainting at the stairs, assembly, class, lunch, bathroom. Heck they might even faint through sex. Weaklings
"why you of all teachers in this goddamn building, are we really lacking teachers?!" manal reasoned in this chaos of a mess that's happening. Everyone started talking.
"turns out the principle was the guy I bullied in middle and high school back then for being a bald potato" she admitted, sighing heavily. Maryam was offended that someone could sigh this deep.
"but hey, he is still an ugly bastard anyways"
"so are you" noora mumbled, looking away.
"I know, honey. Trust me I know that's why I never get invited to weddings anymore, cause I am ugly piece of shit"
"true, true" alreem agreed, nodding her head lightly. "so where's is the one that fakes to be the daughter of the imam?" ms. Heba asked loudly, waking up khadija from her coma. "what the fuck? Did I just hear? I think I heard miss heba moan loudly, that's fucking disgusting" khadija said, scratching her head confused, only to lift her head to see the miss. She stood up, and hid behind the girls in shame.
"well damn, I didn't that I sound like I am moaning when I scream" the old crippling lady mumbled. "well the fake imam?" maryam raised her head. "I am sorry, but miss I am not fake like miss maha" maryam snapped, the teacher nodded seeming agreeing, she hates that fucking bitch as well.
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i am so fucking sorry
