My tears to perfection

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

"Saraaaaaah!......Saraaaaah wake up god damn it!"

Cosy, cosy, cosy bed, me no wanna leave it. Its so perfect, so warm, my pillow is at just the perfect angle beneath my head, my duvet is perfectly wrapped around my body....oh the joys of a bed! 

"SARAH!" a deep voice yells in my ear

"AAAAH!!!" I jump up in a sitting position, heart pounding and ear drums hurting. 

I look up, slowly open one eyelid and get used to the sudden bright light and then slowly open the other. My eyes blur and focus on the person standing with their hand on their hips glaring at me. Brother dearest has once again come to wake me up again.

"Sarah what the hell man? Get up you always get so late for Fajr salah, salah doesn't wait for you, you should wait for it." 

"Sorry...sorry, wait not sorry to you before you say don't say sorry to me and blah blah, but seriously what the hell dude? Could you not let mum wake me up?" I say as I get up and stretch, ouch ouch my muscles, damn those 13 minute ab work-outs on Youtube. I fall back on the bed.

I hear an intake of breath...3....2...1

"SA...."

"Shut up" I say holding up my index finger and continue; 

"I'll get up Umbridge, just let me get used to the fact that I am awake instead of dreaming about Stephan Salvatore. 

"Sarah...haraam!" He warns me.

The audacity of him. My eyes are still closed as I start my rant.

"You hypocrite! You munafiq! I can't dream...dream which by the way I have no concious control over and you can go around openly hanging out with girls and I can't even dream....just wait you come back home from uni today, the Megan Fox poster that you have in your room hidden behind your closet door, yeah.. that's right I saw it! It's gonna be gone!!! All gone!!!"

I open my eyes and see...nothing. I hate it when he does that.

Grumbling to myself I head off to the bathroom to shower and get ready for the day.

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Mum drops me off at school and I enter. Final year! Thank Allah!

I head off to my locker, I am little late but it's okay because the teachers are not so strict on us final year student, the bell has gone and everyone has already made their way off to their classes, I am lagging behind walking even more carefully because of the piles of history texts that I am carrying. I walk past the grounds/gardens where everyone hangs out at breaks, as I am walking I see that there is a mentally challenged disabled student standing before a cluster of four or five indimidating boys. As I walk past I hear;

"...you want this? you want this?" a guy says holding up a folder

"...i...armmm..." the disabled kid is clearly flustered 

"....aw whatcha gonna do now aye? Gonna start crying? Why don't you get mummy to come over and give you a big hug?"

I turn around. Of course, it's Bilal, Shaam, Omar and Tauseef, yup the muslim guys in the school are the biggest, most popular and the baddest guys out their.... oh and did I forget to mention that they are also major assholes?

The guy named Omar looks up and we make eye contact, I don't bother trying to hide the digust that I feel towards them and specifically towards him. His eyes are black, staring back at me before he turns his head and drops the folder he was holding, he starts to walk away with his friends who are jeering loudly, congratulating him. I am literally shaking, the anger and the sense of unjustice rattles my core as I see the disables kid looking around innocently and starting to laugh. I walk over to him and pick his folder for him.