Peace be upon you...
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"You sure you're strong enough to stand up to her?" I glared at the person downgrading my abilities.
"Of course I'm sure, I'll make her regret touching me in the first place," I promised.
Hammad chuckled at my determination, "well then, go get her tiger," he nodded towards something behind me.
I turned to find Sauda dreamingly staring at my brother. This girl has guts, real guts.I groaned in disgust, the image of her and Hammad together sickens me. She had attempted, not once not twice to get his attention. She even beat me up because he was my brother, like sisi how is that my fault.
I opened the car door, this caught her attention and now she was glaring viciously at me. Yeah I know what's coming soon and I'm ready for her. Glaring back, I bade Hammad goodbye and proceeded to my class.
"Hafsah Mukhtar, how are you?" Her annoying pitchy voice reached my ears, she stood before me.
I stood bravely and looked her straight into her eyes, "What do you want, Saudah Khalid,"
She rose her brows at my courage and smirked, "I'll deal with you later," she moved past me, "babe, I've missed you," she threw herself on one of our classmate, Caleb. Saudah is the definition of disgrace to Islam, she does everything against Islam, immodesty, smoking and so on.
Saudah is also considered as the prettiest girl in school, are you kidding me? Aisha is prettier than her. Yeah she pretty but she's over hyped, her almond shaped eyes, small nose, her shiny melanin skin and her always open brown straight hair. She acts like she owns the school, though she kinda does.
Wait, isn't she supposed to be suspended? Aisha and her rumors.I walked into the school compound and searched for my best friends, its hard to locate them because of the uniform, the ugly Ash blazer and knife pleated skirt, then the white inner short sleeves shirts as Muslims girls we are allowed to wear small white hijabs while the boys wear the same thing as we do just long trousers instead to skirts, so yeah the uniform is pretty ugly though its the best uniform I've ever come across, its still ugly.
"Guy, you needed to be there, the competition was intense," I heard a familiar voice hype from a group of boy in front of my class.
I rolled my eyes, they're probably talking about video games, the only thing the maggot is good at.
"Ahmad, you forgot to mention how we defeat those amateur players," someone else reminded and they all screamed. Please why? For God's sake they should be punished for trying to burst our ear drums with their deep cracking voices.
I walked passed them hoping to go unnoticed, "Hafsa!" Ahmad announced my name and all the other boys looked towards me.
I ignored him and continued walking. I heard his running footstep behind me as I headed to my seat.
"I just called you and you didn't even look my way,"
I blankly stared at him, "am I supposed to say 'hey Ahmad, so you announced my name, what?' to you?"
"No," he scratched the back of his head, "but at least a look to even signify you know me,""Ahmad, everyone literally everyone knows we're friends," like literally everyone, I remember the first time he spoke to me, just cause I answered him with a smile, he announced to everyone that we were dating, I had to put some sense into his mindless brain and that's how we started talking. well not we but he kept bugging me to be his friend and when I agreed, it was a whole new announcement.
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Moments Beyond A Thousand Stars
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