sahra p.o.v

A brighter day with a beautiful morning which the sun in the sky was smiling , glowing towards my lacemaking me feel alive.

I fluttered my eyes open with a smile gracing 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 silently prayed to Allah to help me.

I 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.

The school was called Burnaby high school.

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

I was kinda hurt but I kept quiet and waited for the bus to arrive.

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 before huffing and rolled their eyes while hurried into the bus.

I whirled my head to thank the person who helped but it turned out to be a muslim girl like me. tried to thank her but she smiled gently at me and told meet worry less.

We got into the bus and she offered me a seat beside her and I gladly sat with her.

She introduced herself to me that her name was' Saher' and I introduced myself to her also.

She told me that her family relocated from the USA to some few blocks away. And she lost her dad in a plane crush 10 years ago.So saher, her mom and brother thought to start 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.

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

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.

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 small and not extravagant.

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.

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 six months ago.

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.

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

I was about to go to the secretary office when I saw her trailing behind me.

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, ó 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.....

But let's hope for the best.

After I and saher our separate ways, I checked my schedule again and noticed I had English class.

I went to my locker, put all the necessaries things in it before taking my note. As

I entered the class, I noticed the class was almost empty because the last bell didn't

not rang. So I went to my desk but a guy was already sitting on it.

I cleared my throat a little to gain his attention but he didn't answer.

May he did not hear me or snubbed me.

"Excuse me,you are sitting on my desk" I said agitatedly while he pretended didn't

hear me.

I smile devily when a sinister was brewing in my head, so I'd to follow my thin and

I pocked him back with my pen. I expected immediate reaction after that was what I got

because he turned to look at me, scowling his face.

The boy in front of me was anepitome of beauty. He had a pink plum lip which was

complimenting his poker nose with his long lashes. His jaw was prominent. He flashed

me a weird smile which made me feel uneasiness.

He reluctantly moved away to the backseat. As I sat down the last bell rung which

indicated the teacher was coming in.

The teacher came in and introduced herself as Miss Nicole. Miss Nicole was a petite

lady with a good aura around her. It was her first day in this school, she said she

was replacing the former teacher who was on vacation after being married recently.

Her voice sounded melody and soothing which made all three class to cheer up.

So miss Nicole started the class by asking everyone to introduce themselves by the time

it got to my turn, I was a nervous wreck.

I hated attention.

I hated being in the center.

Everyone gaze was on me, I stood up shakily and introduced myself. I couldn't wait for

the class to finish so that I could leave, it wasn't that her class wasn't interesting,

it was just that....

I didn't know how to explain.

I felt cooped.

After the bell rung for another class, I stood quickly as I was about to reach my locker,

I met seher at the corridor; standing and talking with some girls.I waved at her and

she excused her from the group and walked towards me. She told me that she was planning

to spend the day with the girls and she asked me if I could join her.

So i happily agreed to it.

I just made my first friend.

I couldn't help but feel nervous about the idea of me going out with a girl who I just met not that I didn't like having fun but the fact it was my first time going to a place without my mom.

I was so used to her being my company but now I was going out with girls my age.

Can't wait to see how this day will be.....