Chapter 8

Drama club

Seher POV

Flashback

After that day Sahra and I became closer than ever, we would share everything. I could feel that am so lucky to have her in my life. I mean everything I went through, my whole life came crashing down. I thought I would never be able to be myself again. But now that she is part of my life. I can easily understand there is a purpose of life for me after what I made my mum and my brother go through a living hell and they tried to help me and even hired a therapist to me.

End of flashback

Two months later after I had dinner with Sahra's family I got busy with school, I even joined school clubs. I chose drama because I love acting.

After class as always the teacher gave us an assignment and we needed to rehearse for the next play and should be ready in one week.

As we headed to the car park, he asked if he could come over to my house and rehearse or his so I said mine because I have never been to a guy's house and definitely didn't feel comfortable with the idea. So I gave him my address and agreed to meet at my house.

Meanwhile, I waited for Sahra to finish her class for the and of course as usual talk about anything and everything I felt like I should tell her now or else she'll be mad at me.

One thing about her is that she never pushes me to say anything until I decide to. I remember the time when she walked towards me as I was talking to Michael and he left before she could even reach us. As he left she asked me who he was and told her his name. I felt like she wanted to ask questions but she let it slide I guess she wanted me to be open to her and not hide any secrets. So now I chose to tell her everything.

Fingers crossed hope she won't be mad.

Hospital

Sahra POV

After everything that has been going on, Seher and I became busy with school work, that even most of the time we can't meet up at lunch like we used to.+

As I was walking around the school compound, I ended up bumping to someone and my mango juice ended up spilling all over my face and hijab, luckily I was wearing my glasses but still my hijab was ruined. When I looked at the person responsible for it.

It turns out to be a group of boys who are known "kings of high school". At least that is what I heard of. I was so angry and furious that I screamed at them. They didn't even care. One of them told me to chill out it was just a drink not acid.

They just passed me and left me there and other people just laughed. I ran out to the girls room and try to wash away the stains but it got even worse. I was left with no choice but to leave it on.