chapter 2:New Life

Simran p.o.v

I was the new girl in the state, I'd moved from the USA to Canada a few days ago. I didn't understand why my mother insisted we should move here.

But we could have moved anywhere but not Canada. Not that I had issues with it but the fact I never wanted to move to anywhere but I never argued with them because I knew they were trying to help me move on after dad died.

My instinct did not sit well with the state. I didn't want to live here but there was nothing I could do.

I would have to wait till I through with my High-school and getaway. That's one of my bucket list.

I honestly hate the idea but my mom had no choice but to agree to my brother's opinion.

Which is what I despise about my brother,he always get what he wants and mom would agree without questions.

I woke up in the morning with a heavy heart I tried fake sick so that I would not go to school but my mom was not buying the act from me. So I had no choice but to leave. I stayed some few blocks away from my new school.

My new environment was big and extravagant. First time I moved here it took me days to find my room.

Since we moved to a much bigger and comfortable mansion. I would have to make sure I didn't get lost inside my own house just to be able to find my room.

It took me hours to find certain places like, the library, or pool or even my own room. It's too tiresome.

I got up and got ready for school even after my so called plan didn't work.

I had to walk to the bus stop in because my baby - my car didn't have enough gas. So I had no choice but to take the school bus. I walked in a baby step as if I was scared to fall but it was all just for fun.

As I walking, I noticed a girl in hijab was nudged by some group of girls and wanted to kiss the ground but luckily for her, I caught her.

But what, she weighs a train, I thought.

She was about to thank me when the bus beeped that it was time to move. I entered the bus quickly at the back seat and offered her a seat beside me.

I was happy to find a hijabi like me and felt relaxed to talk to her.

I told her about myself and how I lost my dad in a plane crash 10 years ago.

Even though it felt weird to just tell a stranger who I just met ten minutes ago but I guess I had nothing else to say to her.

She tried to send her condolence but I brushed it off. She took the hint and stopped while apologizing frantically but I smiled and patted her hands.

I was also happy to finally meet someone who listened to me unlike my mom who only care about herself.

She did try several different ways to get me treated even hired a therapist but it didn't work.

Luckily I had zaid with me and he did everything to cheer me up and I was happy to have a big brother who loves and care for me.

By the time we arrived at school, we exchanged our contact number so that we could able to talk and message more.

And I was glad to meet Sara a girl who is caring even though we were still strangers to each other.

I was about to go to the secretary office when I saw her trailing behind me. I felt scared not that I was alone on the street it was school compound, I guess I didn't know whether she was following me or she wanted something from the office. It was a strange feeling.

I was shocked, 'why the heck she's following me' I muttered under my breath.

I moved at a fast pace while she tried to keep up with me, I saw the office and I sighed in relief.

As I entered, she also entered then closed the door behind her gently. When the secretary handed us our schedule then I felt like a fool not knowing we were new.

We both got our schedules it was different though, I looked at her and shrugged my shoulder before crushing her in a bear hug while she released a shocked gasp.

I was glad I had met another Muslim girl like her. Who would had thought that I might like the new change in my life...

But still I miss my old life, I can't believe things has to change because I was depressed and found myself feeling sick about life all because I had lost my dad who was always been my bestie.

I miss him so much that sometimes I would imagine that he had come back and would even put a plate on the table where he used to sit.

Sometimes I would cry and blame my mom and zaid for sending dad away. I would be so aggressive and angry all the time.

There was a time I got so angry that I threw a knife at her but zaid caught it and it cut him.

When I saw blood running down his arm,I got scared but he smiled and said that he was fine.

Mom got worried too and helped him clean his wound as I stood there in shock. Finally he got up and came to me.

"Hey baby sis don't worry it's just a small cut see" he said as he showed me the bandaged arm.

I smiled as he hugged me even though I was afraid that he might be angry.

But they way he patted my head as he hugged me made me feel like I was surely be protected and loved by him even when dad was no longer with us.

I really miss him so bad.....

But let's hope for the best...

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