The Head Cover

The head cover-6

OOy... I am getting a hold on thsi title and I am so happy that my friend @imraah helped me to develop the plot. I am so eager to finish this and so was she. But unfortunately the power cut didn't think so. But anyways, please vote and comment.

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Chapter 6. Welcoming home

 

When I finished the lunch, I walked with Ann towards the art room. I adjusted the mat on the room, before I started praying my noon prayer. When I finished praying I closed my eyes and sat there in silence. My lips uttered words of thanks to Allah. My mind whispered about Mr. Russell. I finally prayed for strength against everything came my way and then with a heavy heart stood up from my position. Anna saw my tired face and she pulled me to a halt.

“Are you okay Zara?” She asked concerned. I saw that her eyes were worried. She looked at me thoroughly. I nodded my head.

“its fine, I think I am just over-reacting!” I said with a smile. She still didn’t seem convinced. I patted her hand assuredly.

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. I still walked to all class with dread filling my heart. It was as if my heart knew something wrong was going to happen. But all through the day it didn’t happen. I didn’t even have any run-ins with Simon and gang. It was overall a perfect day, but still that long lost smile didn’t appear back as I stepped out of the cool breeze. Anna, with her designer bag walked next to me.

“Tomorrow is party day.” She said with a broad smile.

“Okay, enjoy!” I waved her aside with a small smile.

“Come with me?” She pleaded. This was like thousand times she had asked me to go with her and thousand times of rejection. She knew I wouldn’t go, but she would still ask every time she went, this became really tiring.

“Annalise Jordan, what part of my past speech you didn’t understand.”

“Sometimes you talk too much and I can’t understand a word.” She poked her tongue out at me.

“Very mature.” I said with a frown.

“Why can’t you come?”

“Party means alcohol and crowd. Foul odor, sweat smell, boys and girls grinding; party means dressing in scraps, displaying all the assets and that really isn’t my scene. Understood?” I frowned lightly at her as she still was pouting. What was her problem?

“Yes, you rather sit at home and do nothing than coming with me. Your life’s way too monotonous.” She said with a dramatic huff.

“I love my life as it is. Please, are we going all the way there and start this again?” I poked her on her shoulder and she frowned and then smiled.

“Well, why not? I love fighting with you!” she said with a broad grin. Well, what could I say? My friend was irritating at times, but I wouldn’t trade anything for her. She was the most wonderful friend one could get and I was extremely thankful I got this goofball.