Chapter 1
Dhahab pov
I woke to the sound of my alarm, after shutting it of I went to the bathroom showered did my skin care routine. When I went downstairs I saw my brothers Hamza and Fauzan . But when they saw me the look in their eyes is enough to scare me away. You see my life wasnt always like this I had a loving mother, Father and brothers. But all that changed after the accident that happened 6 years ago that made me lose my mother. You guys maybe be wondering how that is connected to me. You see when I was 11years old I was playing with a ball in the front yard, with my mom so when I accidentally kicked the ball so hard it went into the road, when I went to pick it up a car come so fast it looked like its brakes stopped working, and I freezed everything happened so fast, one second the car was coming the next mom pushed me and it crashed into my mother. After hearing the commotion my brothers and father come running to us by then mom stopped breathing and the ambulance was also late my mother died on the spot and there is nothing they could do. After everything come crashing down my brothers start blaming me for what happened to mom
So coming back to now they ignore me and even sometimes insult me telling me I was the reason they lost mom or give me death glares but I'm glad they never hit me. The school situation is no different, I'm bullied by some group I never stand up to any of the bullying because it will get bad if I say anything I have no friends. I'm the lonely girl in the school in old time my brothers stood up for all the bullying but now they just ignore me like I'm not there, and even sometimes they will just stand there and watch. That even gives the people who bully me more confidence. To do it because no one is there to stop them even people who pity me dosent say anything because no would want to be aganist them for a social outcast the bullying contain insults, sometimes hitting, but mostly it's the insults.
You see my brothers are kind of popular because of their looks and money, we are pretty rich, but they never gave me a thing I'm pretty sure they dont even want to pay for my school, but they are forced to keep up their great image. So as always I walk to the bus stop wating till the bus come after 5 min the bus came and I entered went to school the after the first subjects it was break then I went straight to the library to avoid the bullies and I know they would never come here so I sat down in a corner so they couldn't find me even if they come here by chance. So as always I hold my book and start reading after 30 min I heard the bell ring. I then closed the book and start goin to class, when I was about to reach the class I was slammed in to a locker when I looked back It was the group the bully me
Bully=B
Dhahab= D
B: if u thought u could escape from us by hiding then you wrong we will always find you might as well give up
D: what do you guys want this time. Dont you get tired of always targeting me.
B: so you know the fact that is funny is that you dont give up *hahaha* might as well get to class u dont want to be late again do you *hahahahaha* then you might also give your father a stroke and kill him like you killed your mother.
*they left*
I finally got up and went to the bathroom to fix anything and stop my self from crying but, I mean I dont blame them like what they r saying is true I did kill my mother if I hadn't run in the middle of the road she wouldn't have to come to save me maybe I should just die and they would never have to worry about seeing me
* sobbing*
*After 13 min *
I should go to class I'm already 13 mins late. When I knock on the door of the class. The teacher told me to enter I looked for chairs and I saw the back seat was empty, I went there without looking at anyone.
*ring* *ring*
The last bell rang I went straight to the bus stop, I wanna go home so bad and sleep but I have to go to work yeah I think I forgot to mention that I work at a cafe that 2 old husband and wife own and they are sweet that they agreed fast when I asked them if I could work here without even caring about my religion I know I am not a great muslim I may not pray that even makes it hard to even be considered a muslim but with everything goin on I dont even care anymore . I mean I'm leaving the house as soon a i turn 18 only 2 years more till then I will have enough saved up to rent an apartment, and for groceries and every thing else I will need.
*cafe*
I entered the cafe and went to the employees locker room to change to the uniform which is a modest outfit for girls a long or short white skirt with blue black top, then I went to the register to take orders then one of my favorite customers show up he is always here at the time of my shift his name is Omar
Omar:O
Dhahab:Q
Q: the usual
O: yes please
D: that would be 5.25 dollars
*omar give the money *
*Dhahab gives him the food *
O: thank you
*omar smiles*
D: your welcome
After that I went home straight to bed