It was never going to be Easy

Tharwah

January 23rd 2022

*Hey. Can we talk?

I get a message from Nishaat.

*Hey. Sure. What's wrong?

*I'm really not okay right now. I'm so scared I don't know what's wrong.

*Just breathe okay. Tell me everything. What's on your mind?

*It's my past. It keeps coming back to me and I can't take it anymore. I just don't understand how I can have friends like you guys. I really don't deserve any of you. All the friends that I've had in my past were all fake. They just used me and it hurts so much to think that they never cared about me. They always only wanted me to hear about their problems, but when I spoke about mine I was 'overreacting'. They were awful people. I just don't understand how I got to meet such nice people like you all, I don't get it.

*Nishaat. We care about you so much. Don't worry about them, they mean nothing to you now. Like you said, you're past, their in the past. Come back to the present where you're real friends are. We would never use you the way they did. And your wrong, they didn't deserve you. Your such a nice person, Nishaat. Don't let them get to you.

*It's just I messaged one of the girls from my Primary School today to apologise to her because the friend group I was in treated her really unfairly and I just wanted to tell her that I'm sorry if she felt uncomfortable or bullied in any way. And she literally just said that she doesn't except my apology. And that I have no idea what we've put her through. Like does she have any idea what she put me through? She was so obsessed with me. Literally everything that I had she had, everything that I did she did. She was such a b***h. And my friend group gave her so many chances for her to change and become a better person but she stayed a b***h. She was jealous of every single one of us. She put all her problems out on us. She made it our problem.

*Just calm down okay. Forget about her. If she wants to be immature let her be. You did apologise and that's final. Just pray that no one puts anything bad apon you. You'll be fine Nishaat. Don't worry about them. You have us now. And we love you so much.

*I love you guys so much.

January 24th 2022

It's only been the third week of school and I wish it was December already. I just got to school and I only see malikah here.

I hope Nishaat comes to school today and I hope she's okay.

"Hey girl. Where is everybody?", I say sitting next to her.

"Hi. Their not here yet. It's just us".

"It's really warm today. I hope this day goes quickly by so I can go home and relax".

"The day didn't even start yet, Tharwah", Malikah laughs.

Nishaat comes walking into B-block towards where Malikah and I are sitting. Her hair is straightened and she's wearing her spectacles.

"Hello everyone", She says with a smile on her face.

"Nishaat did you do you're homework?", I ask.

"The math? Yeah I did", She says standing in front of me.

"Can I get your book please".

"Sure".

"Do you guys realise that we are getting our real form classes today so we might not be in the same class", Malikah says.

"Really? I didn't know that", Nishaat says.

"This is scary. I don't wanna be in a class without you guys", Kauthar says standing next to Nishaat.

The bell rings and we stand in a line by the door of our classroom. Mr Naidoo, our principal is standing in front of the grade screaming out children's names from each class, so we can know if we're in a different class or not. It comes to 9D and Malikah, Santino, Nishaat, Melanie, Kauthar and my name is being called. I guess we're all in the same class this year.

This year is going to be epic.

We walk to our class in E-block. Our form teacher is Miss Francis and she's a handful. I swear everyone in our grade is afraid of her. Ma'am opens the class door and Melanie, me, Nishaat and Kauthar run to the back of the classroom and sit down.

"Yes we got the back row", I say.

Ma'am does the registration and we call out if we're here or not.

"I don't feel okay", Nishaat says.

"What's wrong?", I ask.

"My head hurts".

"Did you perhaps take something, or-".

"Melanie it's not a joke", Nishaat says before putting her head on the table.

"You should go home. It's not okay to be in public when you're feeling sick. Call your parents", Kauthar says.

"If they'll come pick me up", Nishaat takes out her phone.

The bell rings and school has just began. We get English first period. Miss Ismail. To bad she couldn't of been our form teacher, she seemed really nice. We walk into class and Melanie, myself and Nishaat sit next to each other.

"I messaged my dad. His going to pick me up".

"Why Nishaat. Don't go home. It's from the crying. You need to relax. Stop stressing", I whisper.

"I need to go home. I can't be here".

"Okay".

"Did you just see that boy?", Nishaat says looking out the window.

"What boy?", I turn towards the window and see no one outside.

"Nevermind", She looks back at her phone.

Miss Ismail tells us to take out our English books and we do so. I take out my pencil case as well.

"My dads here, I'm going. Bye you guys".

"Bye Nishaat. Feel better, okay", We all say.

xxx~oh she felt better alright :)