Hijab's hellhole
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Last published Sun, Jul 16, 2017
"NO!" I yelled my chest heaving as I ran after my fast diminishing source of transport.
"PLEASE STOP.." I could barely breath collapsing on the pavement ,I glared at the back of my dark blue school bus as it vanished out of sight.
"Just amazing." I muttered sarcasticly "Absolutely phenomenal ."
I picked myself up and glanced in a nearby shop window. I looked at mess. The contents of my school bag had spilled on the ground, my hijab so lopsided, my skirt all crumpled up. argh
Yep welcome to this hellhole aka my life.
Reyna Geedi, also know as the girl with the towel on her head, wishes she could be normal. But with her hijab, killer comebacks and snarky attitude, she sticks out to like a sore thumb.
Haliarious when she wants to be but somehow half the school hates her.
She's tired of the rumors and name calling. And just wants some peace and quiet. Well in till she meets a guy who she agrees to help him change a life that has been ripped apart,
but the results can be tragic..
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