chapter one:HIGH SCHOOL

Sara POV

"Don't leave me, please I beg you"i cried as I ran after him but he didn't even stop.

"You promised me that you'll always be with me" I continued following him but it was like I couldn't reach him suddenly he disappeared without a trace.

Suddenly i opened my eyes and looked up, the sun was already shining with a beautiful morning the sun in the sky was smiling, glowing towards my face; making me felt alive.

I fluttered my eyes open with a sleepy my face, feeling the warmth of my bed. I felt so happy because I couldn't wait to start my day as a high school student.

I sat on the bed and looked at my face in the mirror,I touched my eyes and saw my tears dried, I guess this is how I wake up nowadays.

No matter how hard I try to forget,it makes me feel helpless. I guess that's how life is.

All i want to do is silently pray to Allah to help me get through this as it was my first time in high school.

Another thing is am the only child so my mom expects the best results and am mostly an active student and a nerd like only I don't wear glasses nor braces.

I quickly got myself ready for the day and went downstairs, greeted my mom and took my breakfast quickly before I kissed her goodbye while she wished me good luck in my new school.

I was still nervous as I walked out of the house counting my steps as my body shook out of excitement and fear.

The school was called St.Ridley high school. I got in thanks to my scholarship and now am super excited to get there.

I arrived at the bus stop and I saw some girls chatting with one another, I greeted them but they snubbed me.

Not that I expected such attitude but I was trying to be friendly which made me feel like an idiot not that I am or anything like that.

I was kinda hurt but I kept quiet and waited for the bus to arrive, I walked back and forth and try not to look weird in front of them.

When the bus arrived, I tried to get in but the girls behind me pushed me back which I almost fell but luckily I was caught by someone who was behind me.

The girls snickered at me but when they saw that I didn't fall, they looked at the person that saved me before huffing and rolled their eyes while hurried into the bus.

I whirled my head to thank the person who helped as it turned out to be a Muslim girl like me.

I tried to thank her but she smiled gently at me and told me to worry less. In my mind I was grateful as I felt less nervous for my first day.

One thing about Western life as a Muslim is quite hard because we get to be judged by what we wear. Shouldn't it be like "judge someone based on character and not how they dress or looks but unfortunately it's the opposite side.

Which it's a sad truth,all I pray is to get through high school without worrying.

We got into the bus and she offered me a seat beside her and I gladly sat with her. I took a deep breath as I didn't want to look weird or less friendly as it's in my genes to be friendly even to strangers so I was about to introduce myself but she beat me to it.

She introduced herself to me that she name was , 'Simran" and I introduced myself to her also. It was sort of mixed feeling that both our names almost sounded the same but I liked it.

She also told me that her family relocated from the USA to some few blocks away.

And she lost her dad in a plane crash 10years ago. So Simran, her mom and brother thought to start a new life in a new place, it broke my heart knowing she lost her dad even though I didn't know her that well it felt like I have known her all my life.

She looked so lively, her blue eyes were sparkling and wouldn't be surprised if she was on the top cover of a magazine, she was slender and tall and wore black hijab which matched her outfit and black and white sneakers she was too cute.

I wouldn't be able to stop staring at her how sweet and sad she sounds as she talked about her dad.

Her remembering her dad made me feel like I missed my own too. Despite being alive he never bothered to contact us...

It's really hurting to know how some people lose their loved ones and can't see them anymore while others are still alive or separated from their loved ones but still never make time or even effort for them or even slightly show up at all.....

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