It was September 3rd, 1996, Aisha Buhari was prepping herself for the school year to come. She was beginning her senior year in less than an hour.
Shouldn't she be excited?
She wished she could've stayed at home with her parents and siblings instead of going to school. The two months she had wasn't enough, she wasn't ready to do it all again.
"Come on Aisha, you can do it." she kept repeating to herself before a knock on the door pulled her back to reality.
"Come in" she said, straightening her skirt overall while her mom got into the room.
"Oh honey, you look amazing." Mrs. Buhari said, placing both her hands on her daughter's shoulders.
"Thank you, Mäm" Aisha answered before putting on a fake smile.
"I'll be waiting downstairs with your sister, okay?" her mother said.
"Where's Baba?" she asked, already knowing that her father was probably working to pay the bills.
Her mother told her what she already knew and left her room. Aisha turned around to take one more look in the mirror before she finally felt like she had the guts to go back to school.
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Once she made it to school, Aisha spotted the one car she wishes would be in another school's parking lot. Heather Martin's red Chevy Impala for the 60's.
It was, of course, her dad's old car which she got. Spoiled rich dad gives his spoiled little brat of a daughter his old expensive car to show people that they have a lot of money.
But Aisha wouldn't dare to speak a word against them. For starter, the Martin was one of the most, if not the most respected family of Bridgemont and secondly, Heather was the resident HBIC, she got everything she wants whenever she wants.
For the past 5 years, she's been tormenting Aisha for the only reason that she was black. But Aisha knew this year was going to be different and not in a good way.
She was now openly gay and she knew that people would make fun of her. Maybe that's why she wasn't ready to go back to school.
Or maybe it was just something else, who knows.
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"Aisha, over here!" a tall brunette yell from across the cafeteria.
Aisha quickly walked to her and sat down. "Gee Zoey, could've you been any louder?" The dark girl said, rolling her eyes.
"Sorry, I just got excited. I missed you during the summer. You worked every single day." Zoey said, actually being sorry.
"Gotta work to pay the bills..." Aisha sighed before she caught a glimpse of who she feared the most followed by her gang. Her best friend must have seen her too since she held her hand.
"Don't worry, they probably haven't noticed you yet." The brunette said, trying to reassure her friend, but she guessed wrong.
"Look, Heather, it's Thick-Lips. She was checking you out but we all know she's a dyke now." Eric Spencer said, pulling one of Aisha's curl before releasing it. Aisha knew that it was better to not look at them, so she closed her eyes.
"You masturbate while thinking of Heather, don't you." Freddy Green, Eric's best friend added. She kept her eyes closed, picturing herself out of this place. Freddy slammed his hand on the table, startling her. He then proceeded to grab her face
"Look at me when I talk to you nigger." He spat. She had had enough and she wasn't able to handle it anymore.
Whether if it was from pain or from embarrassment, her cheeks were burning. She stood up and ran to the bathroom, leaving every single one of her belongings behind her. She knew would regret it later, they would destroy everything and her parents didn't have the money to buy a new set of everything so she would have to use it anyways.
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Aisha ran to the sink and washed her face which was covered with her tears. She wanted to disappear.
Shortly after, someone else made its way into the bathroom. Of course, it couldn't be somebody who wouldn't care about her, it had to be Heather.
"What do you from me?" Aisha said.
"Damn, I just wanted to bring you back your stuff, no need to be rude." Heather said throwing Aisha's backpack at her feet.
"Why?" the dark girl said not even flinching.
"Look, I won't lie, they went way overboard." Heather sighed. "And I guess I feel a little bit sorry."
Aisha raised her eyebrows. "Sorry? What kind of sick game are you even playing? Whatever you're trying to do, stop it. I'm done." She said pulling her backpack up to her shoulder.
"You think you can talk to me on that tone of voice? Think again, Blackie." The tall girl said, squeezing Aisha wrist before she left, leaving the dark-skinned girl, more confused than ever.
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After a few minutes, Aisha left for the first period and thankfully, none of her bullies were in this one with her since they all qualified poetry as a nerdy class. Plus, Miss Richardson was her favourite teacher.
She walked into the class, heading to her usual seat when she noticed an unfamiliar backpack. Aisha looked at Pippa Anderson, one of her friend and asked if she knew who was its owner.
"It's mine. Got a problem?" Aisha recognized the voice.
"You've got to be kidding me. Are you following me, Heather?" she said rolling her eyes.
"You wish!" Heather said, before being interrupted by Miss Richardson asking everybody to take their seat.
"Good morning everybody. I hope you all enjoyed your summer because today we'll be writing about it. Before we begin, we have a new student joining our class, you all know her it is Heather Martin." Miss Richardson said.
Aisha's eyes never left the pale skinned girl with her eyes. She wasn't going to lie, she was attractive.
"So today, like I said we are going to write a simple poem about summer. You'll be in a team of two and I'll be choosing them." The teacher said before starting the put up pairs together.
"So that leaves Aisha and Heather together. Go get started!" The older woman said.
Aisha got up and sat down next to her partner. "So... Why poetry?" the darker girl asked.
"Because nothing else was available." The blue-eyed girl snapped.
"Oh, okay. Anyways, how was your Summer?" The curly haired asked.
"It was fine. I didn't go anywhere though, I just spent it at home in my pool. What about you?"The brunette asked.
"I worked." Aisha answered.
"Come on, you didn't just work. What else?" Heather insisted.
"I'm being serious. I worked almost every day 12 hours a day and when I didn't I was babysitting my little sister." the brown-eyed girl answered, leaving her partner speechless.
"So what do you usually write?" Heather finally said.
"I make some shit up about how I travelled to central Africa to see some family members so I don't look pathetic." Aisha chuckled leaving her partner silent, once again.
Before they knew it, the girls had a poem written about the beauty of summer and the bell rang announcing the end of the first period.
"It wasn't that terrible." The dark girl told herself.
"Maybe this year won't be that bad after all."
YOU ARE READING
Wicked Games
Romance"I've been thinking about you. The way you make me feel, it isn't natural I shouldn't feel it." "Don't worry, I think I might have felt it too..." Not everyone is who you think they are.
