Hi, my name is Layla Ibrahim. Right now I'm getting dressed to go to my new school. Well...it's not necessarily new, but it feels like it. See, after a year of quarantine, I have forgotten the feeling of being in school. We finally have a cure to the corona virus. I was so used to being at home. I was so comfortable and at peace. We didn't have to go at the learning pace of our teachers. We could take as much time as necessary to take in the information we were learning. It was like a special dome, working in my warm, comfortable room while listening to Arabic music. During quarantine I had time to do all the things I could never do because of how time consuming school is. I learned Arabic. Mind you, I had forgotten it during my earlier years. I learned how to care for my hair and skin and how to cook. I learned better ball handle (no homo). Quarantine was a therapeutic, calming, and special moment in time; I appreciated it, unlike others because I knew that we would never again have this much spare time. Anyway...I'm one block away from school now. I looked at my phone so I could collect my daily dose of dank memes, but I realized that it was 7:57 and I was supposed to be at school by 8:00. I asked my mom if I could get out and walk the rest of the way and she said "Ok, but don't say nothing if you get snatched up" for black mom's, that was a no without actually saying no. It was now 8:05, I gave my mom a kiss and ran in. I looked at the sign on the door which said "if you're late or signing in, go to the office for a slip". I ran into the office, but immediately my jaw dropped. I saw a beautiful work of art, and his name was Carl Wheezer. He had curly red hair and wore circle glasses (I didn't know those still existed) he was wearing a striped orange and white shirt with long green pants. He had freckles too.
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I'm pretty sure he was writing a late slip. I reached in my book bag to get a piece of paper and wrote down my excuse for being late. I was reaching for my pen, but I accidentally pulled out the croissant my mom had brought me from WaWa. Carl was walking out, but he then said "Are you gonna finish that cwasont?" I said "nahh, you can have half". I ripped the croissant in half and Carl immediately slurped it. He said "thanks" and I stood there confused asf. I didn't know human throats worked that way. I walked up to the office tenant lady, Ms. Neutron. She asked if I had a crush on Carl I laughed and said "yea, I think so". She replied and said "he's my son Jimbo's friend." I walked off as I thanked her for the office pass. I walked in to classroom "yeet". It was my classroom. I sat down in the back. I heard a loud behind scratchy voice saying "ok, class, who would like to present their project first?" This random yellow-haired girl with a gigantic circle shaped head and no body walked to the front of the class. She said her name was Cindy, but I lost her after the words "this is my project". She talked way too much. Next, this boy with a blue mask on held up this little doll called UltraLord, he seemed pretty legit. The teacher lady called my name but I ain't even know we had a project to do over the summer. I started talking in Arabic, so she just gave up and let me sit back in my seat. Carl turned around and said "that was a pretty smooth mooov" I said "I love you". He swallowed a croissant before he said "my heart belongs to another". I needed to find out who this "another" was and eliminate her. Permanently.
