Jamila

Chapter 9

Girls are whispering and pointing.They're gossiping about me.Like they always do.This isn't new to me.A 

crowd is forming.Do they think we're a couple?.Ew. Some girl with a pink phone took a picture.I think I'm 

gonna be on f*******: now.I slowly calm down and I could feel the boy's eyes on 

me.I don't even remember his name.Was it Jon?John?.Yes,Jon.I have messed up badly.What did I think I 

was doing?.Normally I don't talk to boys.More people stay at the scene and I begin to feel short of 

breath.Another asthma attack.People begin to leave the scene as they notice how red my face is getting.I 

point to my bag but the only person that seems to understand is Jon.He knows I'm asthmatic.He reaches in

 and searches,I could see the determination in his face.He wanted to save me.He had finally got hold of 

it.And I could see a flash of green.My inhaler.My eyes close slowly as he gently pushes it into my mouth 

and pushes.I gathered enough strength to push myself to sit up.My hair was a mess.And we just stared at 

each other.Everybody had left and were in their lessons.But we hadn't even finished breakfast.We kept on 

staring at each other till a voice broke the silence.

"I saw everything.Come on,go to class.I'll give you a pass"

It was the headteacher.Someone must have called her to the scene when everybody had left.This is so 

awkward.I feel so nauseous.Jon helps me to stand up.Does he even like me?.Or this this just a joke?.On the

 way to class he gives me his number on a small piece of yellow paper."Call me",he says.I don't know what 

to say.