Sajjad’s POV
As I stepped into the main office, I was greeted by a man, who looked like he was in his late fifties with dark grey hair and a weird colour suit, it did not match him at all.
“Hi there! I guess you’re the new transfer student from America, welcome!!, welcome!!, welcome to our school!” the old man spoke.
Wow, imagine if all the people around here are the same, I don’t think I’ll survive a week!
“Um, yeeaaahh…. I’m Sajjad….. and you are?.....
.’It was really awkward standing around the weird guy, but I guess that he was the principle or something’.
I got handed my schedule and made my way to my maths class.
As I finally found the room, I opened the door as I felt everyone’s eyes glaring towards me.
‘um, is there something on my face, why are they all staring? Hahaha, I guess the girls are already falling by my magical charms, I knew it! No girl would ever be able to resist my looks!
I looked around the room it was dead silent that the stifling heat smothered the atmosphere.
My ultimate period was just embarrassing.
As I have always been the girl’s man so I stupidly made my way up to a Muslim girl who was wearing a navy blue scarf. I coughed loudly demanding to get her attention, within a few seconds I noticed she slightly lifted her head up and stared hard while I stared back.
I found it pointless and pity having an eye contest with a girl so I left the room.
Or maybe I have changed? This was a fun thing to do back in America.
I found it really hard settling, I regret the fact that I brought up the whole concept of moving to Australia.
But you can’t blame me, can you? I was frustrated my dear father may he rest in peace past away about a year ago, and I thought it was best for my family to move in Australia since we have most of our family friends here, at least it will keep my mother in company.
I wish I can just move back to complete collage there, but then again I’m the only one mum really likes, not trying to be up myself but it’s the truth.
Hence my brothers moved from Brazil to New York for collage, I was the only one there for mother. Aziz just graduated university of New York City and got his Master’s for linguistic and a higher degree for science. Maybe he can study here and start his own family, I mean his old enough and in that case I could join Arif my elder brother who is studying arts and designs at New York universities and he’s also doing modelling, I can start my career of modelling and it’s a great opportunity to escape from here.
GOD DAMN I have left my whole life behind.
I miss America badly, I miss my lads, I let my team down, I didn’t even finish playing American football also known as gridiron in Australia. I played a few seasons of football (soccer) but we kept loosing every season so I decided to try a new sport, soon enough when I started to play American football it was my new passion and for the past four years I was the Captain of Blacktown Football league.
I was at my locker and spotted the Muslim girl from my bio class coming towards the locker bay. i stepped away from my locker and made my way outside, but without even realising I crushed into the poor girl whose belongings all fell to the ground. I quickly rushed to help her but she refused.
“I’m sorry” the poor girl apologised, she had such sweetness in her tone that melted my heart.
I mostly spend my lunch time playing rugby, which I’m newly introduced to.
“Sajjad! Come over here” I heard a males voice calling out. I looked around for any signs of who it was.
I ran up to Joseph, who called me, I noticed that he was with two hijabi’s and a blondie.
“ what’s up mate? Ahaha getting all the girls aye?, you may hand one over as you know im single” I mocked around with him.
“nah ghee the others are taken, amina can be all yours” joseph announced, still glaring at me awkwardly.
I couldn’t hold onto my curiosity, I had to ask if she was the one.
“soooo… your name is Amina? Don’t we have bio together?” I broke curiosity.
“ermm, yeah.. I think so.. I have bio now.. bye can’t be late..” she said nervously.
Ahahahahah I did the evil laugh inside my mind. I even smirked and she gave me the dirties.
I chased her and managed to keep up with her pace until we reached biology.
As we made our way to biology, as I opened the door I felt every eyes directing to us.
I apologised to Miss Abraham for being late and took a seat.
I found loose paper inside my dairy and scribbled random notes, and then I wrote something to Amina, and threw it behind her.
The note flew to her direction and hit her back then bounced to the table.
OOH yeah…. I’m amazing thrower.
Oh shit man….
I watched every movement of hers while she opened the note and started reading.
I was wondering if she will wait for me and perhaps we could walk home.
BING BING BING
The home time bell rang.
I walked to the locker bay and looked back if she was behind but there were no signs of her.
I wondered where she could be.
Should I wait for her or should go home.
No I can’t go home right now, what if she is willing to catch up?
Oh god this was stupid as.
i need to go home but my heart is playing around with my mind saying you should wait for her.
i walked up to her locker and noticed that the strip of her bag was hanging out, i was relieved.
i stood there waiting for her, seconds passed minutes passed but i lost my patience.
where could she be?