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13| Grand Prize

"Mohammed?"

The students instantly flung their heads around and turned their attention back to me, their faces looking as if I had just said the name of someone who didn't even exist.

"Uh... who are you talking about?" a short strawberry haired girl sneered.

I glanced at Mohammed for an explanation, and he quickly came to my aid. "I think she means me... don't you?"

I nodded, still unsure of why I was doing this.

Both Mohammed and the strawberry girl turned to the front of the classroom, where Mr. Glover stood, arms crossed, and an unsatisfied look on his stern face.

"Now, are we done with the distractions?" he asked sternly.

"Ask her," the strawberry haired girl said, pointing in my direction.

"Sorry Mr. Glover," I sighed.

He nodded, though he still seemed upset about the major commotion. "Good. What did we get for question thirty-nine?"

******
I stepped into the cold, quiet detention room. I remembered myself looking through this very same door less than a week ago, trying to figure what it was, and why Latonya and Morgan could possibly be there.

"Samaria?" a female voice asked.

I spun around to face her.

My jaw dropped, and I quickly adjusted my standing posture. "Mrs. Miller?"

"It's Ms. Miller, actually," she sighed.

"Sorry." I blushed, then corrected her as well, "But also, my name is actually Samira,"

"Oh," she said, obviously shocked that I had snapped back at her, in a way. "Sorry then... Sameera."

I sighed, "It's fine, I'm sorry. I'm still not used to people not knowing how to say my name,"

My mind wandered back to last week, and memories of what Mama had told me filled me senses. She stood there, five-foot five-inches, her hand on my shoulder as she spoke in her harsh yet in a strange way, warming tone. Her pale face and dry lips, both which I had inherited, worked together to create a soft smile in her face which only helped her strong words sink in deeper.

"Samira," Mama's voice called in Arabic. "You need to stay strong, to pray, and to know that Allah makes everything happen for a reason, both good and bad. You need to also be very patient, and do your best. It's never going to be easy, even for your father it wasn't, but just remember, Allah is with you."

My mind slowly began to make its way back to the land of reality, and we stood there, Ms. Miller and I, each purposely trying not to make eye contact, when Ms. Miller burst, "Okay, the quicker everybody sits down, the quicker we can get outta here!"

A few students rolled their eyes, and I quickly made my way to the back of the class, the place Sky had called "the safe zone" of any classroom.

I sat down and rested my head agains the cool, smooth, desk. I suddenly began to feel tired, and I even my eyes for a few seconds...
******

"Pstt... Samira! Samira Ahmad!"

My eyes flicker open to find a random blue-haired human kneeling on the ground next to me.

"Who are y- Sky!" I exclaim.

I begin to sit up and rub my eyes, but I what I really needed was a bucket of cold water to dunk my face in. But one question begins to fill my head: What is Sky doing here?

"Finally, first period bell is about to ring!" Sky smirks.

I guess I didn't really need that bucket of cold water after all, because Sky had just fully woken me up. "First period? How long was I asleep? Will I have to re-do my detention because I slept? What-"

Sky giggled, "Relax! I'm just kidding, but seriously, you know detention was over a whole ten minutes ago. We have about three minutes before the rest of students start filling the halls, so I suggest we get going if we want to avoid... them."

I sighed, remembering that Sky hadn't been there when I had been... with Tonya and Morgan.

"Let's get going," I stood up.

"Just so you know, sleeping in detention technically still counts. At least there aren't any rules against it," Sky added. 

"Good," I giggled.

Sky walked with me to my first class, with was English, with Ms. Miller. Why was I always encountering people I knew?

We peeked our heads into the classroom, and found an empty teacher's desk, twenty-eight empty student desks, but one thing wasn't empty.

The twenty-ninth desk in the corner of class had something on the seat, and both Sky and I noticed it.

Sky stepped forward first, and quickly snatched the paper portfolio. She slowly opened it, and pulled out the first paper. I noticed a small smile begin to form, and soon she was grinning, in a strange way.

"Um... are you okay, Sky?" I asked.

"It's nothing. Just the schedule for the Sophomore Council Speeches,"

I raised my eyebrows and asked, "So what?"

"For one, you never told me you were still participating! You said you quit!"

I blushed, "I don't know... it's not... I just-"

"Whatever, just don't get crushed I guess."

I just nodded, not knowing what to say.

Sky clapped her hands together, "Well, each year, the person who gets elected gets a prize. At the begging of the year, Latonya won Vice President, and got a free pass to Silver Beach Carousel! It probably doesn't sound fun to you but it kind of is."

"That's probably the only reason why Latonya even bothers to run. That, and the fact that she just gets power over people. Uh..that's not even the worst part."

Sky sighed, "Yeah, I know. But I just found out what the prize is this year! Do you want to know?" she squealed.

"No thanks, I think I'll go take a seat. You should probably go to your class."

Sky frowned, and silently left Ms. Miller's class.

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