Jaan

Part 1- Bullies

*BOOK IS CURRENTLY BEING EDITED*

Adalina's POV.

At 7 am the alarm goes on.

Not again! Please stop this, my dear Allah!

I eventually end up opening my eyes and getting out of bed. Who is happy when they leave their precious bed? Not me for sure.

I got ready quickly. I decided to put on a pair of grey sweatpants and a black hoodie topping it off with my black hijab. I feel like I'm looking super cool until I turn towards my mirror and see myself. Awesome, I look like a potato.

No way Ammi Jaan was right! It looks like I got even fatter. I hate my life!

What can make me feel better when I feel like shit? Of course, breakfast!

I ran downstairs and opened the cupboard looking for my favourite thing to eat in the morning. I found my Nutella jar and grabbed it. I took a piece of bread and opened the jar before spreading the chocolate on it.

I don't know when Ammi Jaan showed up and tapped me on my back with her hand that's made of rock.

"Owww!" I screamed in pain.

"Moti!! (fatty) How many times do I have to tell you to eat something else in the morning instead of this! I wake up every day and make you food and this is what you decide to eat?!" she yells at me just like every other morning.

I sighed and then took a bite of my Nutella bread while staring at her without any shame just to tease her. She looks at me with her devil eyes and then I ran away before she got the chance to catch me and make good biryani with my fat.

"Adalina!!" she yells my name.

"I'm running late for school!!" I yelled back.

I made it to the front door of our house and put on my shoes quickly when Ammi Jaan came to me again with a lunch box.

"Bring this with you," she said.

"Is it overfilled? I don't like my classmates giving me looks," I told her.

"Just take it and it must be empty when you bring it back or else you will regret it your whole life" she's threatening me again.

I grabbed the lunch box from her and rolled my eyes.

"Fine" I mumbled.

I got out of the house and caught the last bus to school.

As soon as I arrived at school, I already wanted to run away. I put my hoodie cap on and tried to be as invisible as possible.

There are so many reasons why I hate school that I don't even know where to start.

The fake friends, the annoying teachers, the bullies, the "cool" kids, the skaters, the hijabi girls, the Latino kids, the Arab guys, the rejects, the annoying couples which most of whom end up breaking up within a week. And, there's way more.

Here, you find your niche and you stay there. There's no possible way of becoming friends with someone else who isn't the same as you.

Now, you're probably guessing that I'm a part of the hijabi gang or the Muslim squad right?

Wrong. The hijabis don't want me and the Muslim kids don't want me either.

I mean I tried to include myself in the beginning but I can't pretend to be someone else because of them. I want to be accepted as I am. But, they don't get that yet.

The first two years of High school, I spent them all alone. I had no real friends, I would eat alone during lunch breaks and I would hide in the library just in case the bullies picked on me.