Hey peeps, Melanie here. Don't worry about me falling out of love with this story. I'm already finished CHPT 3
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The new girl
Damian walked into his class. "Welcome back everyone! I hope your break was enjoyable!" The teacher said. "Yeah right. Being beaten up by criminals is the best way to spend a break." he said under his breath. He sat at his usual desk in the back. "These fools." He muttered. After a couple minutes the teacher spoke up. "Settle down everyone. I have an announcement to make." The class went silent. Damian looked up from his desk. "We have a new student." she said. A girl walked in. She didn't look like anyone else. She had large brown eyes, and light olive skin. She had absurdly long black hair. It was tied up with a turban."Would you please introduce yourself to everybody." The teacher said. "My name is Leila Asfour." she said quietly. She was obviously nervous. "Hey!" a voice screamed from the back. "What's up with the afgani rags? This isn't the Taliban." The boy laughed at his joke, and several others joined. Damian looked at Leila. She seemed unfazed. But there was a look in her eyes that cut like glass. The teacher shushed the kids who laughed. "Alright settle down. Leila you can sit in the back next to Damian." The girl took her black backpack and sat next to Damian. "Klaab" dogs. She muttered under her breath. He snickered. She looked at him, her eyes shooting daggers. He stopped smiling and put on his serious face. The teacher began talking and everybody directed their attention to the board. Leila tried to steady her nerves. She took deep breaths. Her hand shook from nervousness. "Calm yourself Leila." she said quietly. She neatly copied down the notes. Her pencil glided over the paper. The paper rustled as she continued to jot down the notes on the board. Damian looked at her out of the corner of his eye. Her brows furrowed as she concentrated on the math question that was written on the board. Damian was almost done. He wrote the last part of the equation. He was finished first, again. He began to speak "Ms. O'Connor. I'm do-" "Done!" A voice interrupted him. He looked over at Leila who was getting up show the teacher her work. The teacher looked at the paper that was handed to her. "Well, Leila good job!" Ms. O'Connor looked at Damian "Are you done?" She asked. Damian was speechless. He was always the first to finish anything. Tests, races, and assignments. But now this new girl was able to bump him out of first place, and it was just her first day. "Um um, yeah I'm done." he stuttered. He walked over handed the paper over to the teacher. After a few seconds she smiled and said "Well done! You can have a seat. If you like you can read or draw or something like that." Damian sat down at his desk and looked at Leila. She had a piece of thick paper on her desk and was grabbing something from her bag. She took out a case and a tiny container. She sat straight up and opened the case and container. She took out an odd shaped tool and dipped it into the container. She began writing in a foreign language. Damian looked at the letters and recognized them as arabic. "What are you drawing?" He whispered. Leila looked at him. Her eyes were a light auburn, it was obvious she had kohl on. Her long eyelashes curled back. "Pardon?" She said in a British accent. Damian looked at her a little surprised. "You're British?" "And is there something wrong with that?" She said offended. "No, of course not." She relaxed a little. "What do you want?" She said dipping the tool back into the container. "I was just wondering what you were doing." He replied. "Arabic Calligraphy." Her attention turned back to the piece. "What does it say?" He asked slyly. "Hope." She lied "It's for you." Damian was one hundred percent sure that 'Hemaar' meant Donkey not Hope. "Ana fakaret…" I thought Amal meant Hope." He said in Arabic. Her eyes went wide with shock. "I knew there was something off about you!" She whisper-screamed. "What ever do you mean?" He said smirking. "Ya ibn al-kalb" son of a bitch! "Tsk tsk tsk." Damian said shaking his head "Language." She chuckled "You're a cheeky one, eh?" Dimples branded her cheeks, each time she smiled they would become the stars of the show. He felt something odd in his chest. Ugh! What is this? He thought. Leila put her hair up and set back to work. She looks….. gah! I can't think straight! He shook his head and hid his flushed cheeks in a book.
This is going to be one hell of a year.