Being new at school was normal for me. I mean I'm only 17 and I've probably been to like 50 schools throughout my school years.
But something about this school... this high school doesn't even feel like a regular school. First of all, it's mad small. Like a cottage house. I mean I didn't even know schools this small exist. Why don't we just call it a house where teenagers learn? Second of all, there are only 800 students. And they're all snobby, rich, "I want this daddy!" kind of kids. Yeah, might as well call it a mini rich private school as well.
"Okay Ms. Mahani, this is your class schedule. don't lose it," said the principal.
"Um okay, thanks," I took the sheet and headed to my homeroom which is room 124.
I walked in and let me just say that I have never seen so many white kids in my life. Is this Italy or something? Am I the only brown girl here? Back in my old school, I was known as Karina Kapoor. Don't even ask.
I took a seat and the other girls took their time to observe me from head to toe.
I was wearing a black headscarf, a white long sleeve shirt with a tight long black skirt. I added my Michael Kors black handbag. And to finish off my classy look I added red lipstick to my lips this morning.
Yeah that's right, Shelina the fashionista. I'm just loving myself today.Okay yes, i sound really conceited. But i guess its a good thing to love yourself, right?
"Shelina Mahani," the teacher called from the attendance sheet.
"Here," i raised my hand.
I heard some laughter behind me and some girl saying, "ew what kind of name is that? Mahani??"
Immature. I rolled my eyes.
They could make fun of me as much as they want.
i still love myself.
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Forever After?
Romance"The whole world must love you," I laugh. "Does it matter?" he asked. "What do you mean?" I asked. He looked up at me and smiled. "Maybe you don't need the whole world to love you, maybe you just need one person."
