Pakistani Boy Vs. African Girl
Posted: 07 Aug 2015 11:48
Pakistani Boy Vs. African Girl (1)
We all know the typical story when a guy and a girl supposedly hate each other, but end up falling in love. Yawn. How about a story when a guy and a girl truly hate each other with a burning passion?
It was a hot, scorching day. The sun was shining fiercely in the sky, causing people to shield their eyes with their arms. The sound of cars honking and drivers threatening each other occupied the air. The roads were busy and people were in a hurry as it was a Monday morning. The streets were beaten hard and covered with scrap paper, sweet wrappers, crashed soda cans, and chewing gum.
A boy was running, his entire body flopping like a penguin as he ran. His long, fat legs allowed him to take big, heavy steps. He wore a white, sleeveless shirt that had yellow armpit stains and he wore baggy, gray trousers. His blue and red tie flew left and right, following his movement. His shoes were a dull black, even when the sun shone down on them.
His huge, hairy arms swayed to the side as he ran while his eyes scrutinized the area he was in, which was a long road leading him to a hill. At first glance, it would be hard to identify his bags under his dark brown eyes. His feature that stood out for most people were his long, bushy eyebrows that were in the shape of a semi-circle. His hair was spiked up with gel, which showed off his round ears. His eyes darted left and right before he crossed the road.
He came across a small, worn-down corner shop that was plastered with newspapers. The sun gleamed on the shop's window, making him catch sight of his reflection. His brown complexion seemed darker, which made him frown. From the corner of his eyes, he could see a big, round blurry figure near the counter. He looked at the figure, his eyes squinting and then widening when he realized the shopkeeper, who was an Indian woman in her late thirties, was looking back at him. He quickly looked away and continued running down the long, wide path.
"Oi! Rashid!" A nasal voice called out. His eyes swiveled to the source of the voice and they landed on a shiny, yellow car with dark windows. The window next to the driver's seat rolled down to reveal Akia, a girl with dark complexion. She wore a long, black weave that had red and black beads stringed at the bottom. Her eyes were wide and spaced out with carefully applied mascara and eyeliner. Her lips were big and glossed with Vaseline and, as she grinned, her teeth were a bright white, a contrast to her skin.
"What... what do you want?" Rashid asked, breathing heavily as his features pulled down in annoyance. He noticed movement from behind Akia and could vaguely see a tall, dark, lean figure. He bit down on his bottom lip and held his breath as he waited for her reply.
"It's non-uniform day today, moron," Akia said as a smirk took over her features and her eyes glinted as she eyed him up and down. Her smirk expanded when she saw his eyes widen, a sign that he had forgotten about the occasion. Wanting to taunt him more, she added in a slow, accusing voice, "I bet you didn't have anything to wear, huh?"
Rashid stared at her coldly while he tried to calm his racing heart. His nostrils flared as he took deep breaths. He was about to retaliate with an insult, until he heard a deep laughter from inside the car in the driver's seat. He couldn't see well as his eyes were poor-sighted, but he had a feeling that he knew who was laughing. He remembered Akia mentioning to him out of anger that she had a brother who would beat him up.
Sweat dribbled down from his forehead and rolled on to his cheek. He quickly wiped it away with his sticky, wet palm. Akia moved her head back, her lips pulled down and her nose scrunched up in disgust.
"Okay, I'm done," she muttered, rolling up the window to prevent Rashid from seeing her face. The yellow car sped off, leaving a trail of gas behind, making the thick-bodied Pakistani boy cough in irritation. He swatted at the air, waving away the gas and began running up the hill.
As he ran, he took big steps, gripping on the rough surface below. His thoughts were focused around Akia and his plan to kill her without getting into trouble with the police. There was a slight jabbing pain in his left foot that snapped him out of his thoughts. Almost immediately, he bent down to take his shoe off, his rear exposed to the passers-by. Two ten-year-old girls pointed and sniggered at his bottom while he shook his shoe frantically. A small rock tumbled out and landed on the dry, hard dirt.
He put his shoe back on and proceeded with his running. Meanwhile, Akia had been dropped off to Jefferson Technology College, a Secondary school ranging from eleven-year-olds to sixteen-year-olds. From the moment she stepped foot on the playground, it was obvious to her that the school was over fifty years old. The grounds were cracked and rocky while the grasses were damp. The blue paint on the school fences were chipped off, revealing the original color, which was brass. The playground was loitered with endless rubbish and bird poops. Inside the school, it wasn't any better with its stained carpets, gray walls, and broken toilet cubicles that the students frequently complained about, especially the girls.
An empty packet of Walkers crisp flew towards Akia's leg which she kicked away with her red high heels. She was wearing long, skinny jeans that showed off her curves along with a black top decorated with sequins and sparkles. A black leather jacket was worn on top, hugging her figure perfectly and to complete her look, she wore her favorite accessories her brother Riccardo gave her for Christmas; her golden hoop earrings and a heart-shaped necklace.
She scanned the area, her eyes squinting as the heat waves were visible in her vision. She concentrated on the rainbow colors that the waves produced, but she instantly got distracted when she saw a recognizable long, black hair in the distance. The sunlight captured the girl's smooth, creamy-white complexion and her big, brown eyes looked like they were twinkling. She was near the school entrance where there was a big oak tree and underneath the tree placed in a horizontal position was an old, rusted bench that she sat down on. Her little legs were crossed while her slim fingers moved in a rapid motion across her phone. This was Sachiko, her Japanese friend.
Akia strutted over to her, taking deliberately loud steps with her chin slightly tilted up, despite the sun's harsh light. She reached the long, wide grassy area that the Year Nine and Ten boys were using to play football. She watched them kick the dirty ball around for a while until Benjamin Griffiths, her classmate got tackled and tripped down on the floor. She rolled her eyes and focused her attention back to her friend.
"Oi! Sachiko! I'm here!" Her voice had gone higher and squeakier, which attracted the attention of Year Eight girls that were gossiping in their little corner. They stared at her, dumbfounded, but Akia didn't pay attention to them. Her attention was only focused on Sachiko, who was looking in the opposite direction from Akia with a confused expression on her small face, "Sachiko, you deaf-o! Over here!"
Suddenly, a football flew from behind her and whacked the annoyed, African girl on her forehead. Laughter erupted from the playground, the sound of the laughter was greater on the area with the Year Nine and Ten boys. Akia gritted her teeth as her forehead pounded with annoyance. She stared at Luke Campbell, a small, chubby boy in the year below her as he retrieved the ball in his hands. She stomped over to him and viciously grabbed his collar. Her eyes pierced through his big, worried, blue eyes.
"Did you do that?" She asked, her voice low and almost the sound of a hiss.
The boys around him were laughing and commenting under their breaths. Luke quickly shook his head, his face struggling to stay composed. The boys laughed harder, making Luke twist his lips into a nervous grin. Irritation flashed through Akia's dark gray eyes. The next words that came out of her mouth were short and sharp. "Who was it?"
The chubby boy brushed his dirty-blonde hair shakily, his eyes landing on Spencer Pearson who was in the same year as him. He looked at him with pleading eyes, silently asking for his permission. Akia followed his gaze, her features stiffening as she looked at the tall, white boy who was grinning cheekily. His green eyes were staring back at her confidently. Akia studied him carefully.
He had light brown hair that was cropped, his freckles covered his bony nose, he had small, flat ears, his ear lobes were joint to his skin and he had an oval-shaped face structure. He was 6'1, which was unusually tall for a fourteen-year-old; however, his body frame was skinny, which gave him the reputation for being lanky.
Akia marched up to him with her fists clenched. The boys were becoming more excited and cheered for the angry, black girl.
"Kick his ass!" Cody Johnson said, earning a round of laughter from his friends.
"What the hell is going on?" A loud, brittle voice demanded, making Akia snap her head to the right to see her other friend, Libby standing there with her hands on her huge hips.
Spencer glanced down at Libby's chest, a typical reaction that she receives from people. Out of the group of friends which consisted of Sachiko, Libby, Akia, and Marley, Libby was the girl with the big breasts. She had dark auburn hair that flowed down to her waist and hazel brown eyes with medium, thick eyebrows. Her features were sharp and her jaw was defined. She had long elf-like ears that she covered with her long, wavy hair.
When no one answered, Libby heaved a heavy sigh and grabbed Akia by the wrist, "Come on, there's something I have to show you."
Akia was about to push her away until she noticed the tiny bumps that covered Libby's skin. Libby's face was exposed to the sun, which showed off her tiny spots and light, thin hair that was sticking up everywhere, especially in her rough, red cheeks. Akia followed Libby's small steps, her eyes slowly traveling down to her friend's chubby arms. Libby was wearing a short-sleeved, bright pink top that was decorated with white stripes, and a frilly gray skirt, along with black tights. Akia observed the hair on her friend's arms, a sickening feeling settling on the pit of her stomach.
Libby was observing Akia too, her eyes full of admiration as she gazed at her red high heels that sparkled when the sunlight hit them. "Wow," she breathed out. "You look gorgeous."
"Thanks," Akia said with a big smile. She wanted to respond with the same compliment, but she knew that she would be lying, so instead she hugged her. Libby hugged her back, wrapping her arms around Akia's tiny frame tightly.
"Hey, are you ever gonna tell me what happened back there with you and Spencer?" She asked, her head resting on Akia's hard, bony shoulder. Akia gently moved Libby's head away, a scowl slowly taking over her features.
"I was going to shred him into tiny pieces and chuck him in a human-sized blender, but you got in the way," she explained, her eyes lowering playfully at Libby who gave her a look of confusion. Akia rolled her eyes and shook her head, dismissing the subject. "What did you want to show me anyway?"
"Hey," a soft-spoken voice said. The two girls turned their heads to the left only to see their Japanese friend, standing there wearing a floral dress with a deep purple cardigan on top. Unlike Libby who wore pumps and Akia who wore high heels, she wore flat sandals that showed off her feet and the light pink varnish on her toe nails. Akia looked carefully at Sachiko's skin, which was illuminated by the sunlight, and it was then that she realized that Sachiko wasn't as flawless as she thought she was. She could see many little spots all over her face. They weren't as big or noticeable as Libby's, however it still surprised her.
During Akia's discreet observation, Libby was waiting for her to comment on Sachiko's appearance and when she stayed silent, Libby felt forced to say the next words that left her mouth.
"You look beautiful."
Sachiko's eyes widened in surprise momentarily, and then she beamed. When she smiled, her eyes crinkled at the sides. "You too," she replied, her voice gentle and full of honesty.
The sound of the bell rang, indicating that it was time for registration. Rashid had just made it to school, his body dragging forward as he took weak, wobbly steps while he gasped for air. His armpits, palms, face, hair, and eyebrows were soaked with sweat. The temperature of the sun was so hot that it caused his snot to melt and fall down like water. He wiped it away with the back of his hand, his eyes straining to recognize faces as they were blurry in his vision. He rested his back against the brick wall while students were already heading to the inside of the small, gray building.
"Man, what the heck happened to you?" A high boy's voice asked with a hint of a Mexican accent. Rashid looked at his friend, Andreas with tired eyes. He held on to his chest, trying to control his heart that hammered against his chest and at the same time trying to form words. His throat felt so dry that he gave up on trying to reply. Andreas gave him a look of pity. "You didn't have to wear your uniform today. Did you forget or something?"
Rashid nodded his head slowly, his eyes tracing over Andreas' outfit which was a blue top with the number 21 imprinted in a large, white font. There was a white stripe that was lined against the side of his shirt and he wore matching tracksuit bottoms. His outfit highlighted his clear blue eyes that were partially covered by his dark brown hair. His skin was lightly tanned and suffered from acne. When he smiled and showed his teeth off, his indice tooth stood out for most people because it was a permanent yellow, due to a lack of hygiene care.
"So... we're gonna be late," Andreas said, feeling uncomfortable under Rashid's cold stare. He nodded his head towards the school entrance. "Let's go."
Rashid took a deep breath before he straightened his posture, his back aching from running in a forty-five degrees angle for nearly half an hour. He dragged his feet, his bag strap clinging to the side of his shoulder and his left arm raised above his eyes, blocking the sunlight. Andreas walked by his side, his eyes fixated on Rashid's yellow stained armpits. When Rashid looked at him, he quickly averted his gaze to the ground.
"Do you have some water on you?" Rashid asked, his voice thick and wheezy for the ears.
Andreas blinked frantically. He reached to the side of his bag pocket and pulled out a bottle of Coke. "Uh... no, but you can take a sip of this if you want to."
The Pakistani boy snatched it from his grip, eagerly tearing open the bottle cap and taking large gulps of the warm liquid. His body relaxed as the fluid trickled down his sore throat. Andreas stared at him, his eyebrows furrowing as the Coke droplets fell from Rashid's mouth and rolled down his chin. Rashid wiped away the excess with the back of his arm.
After gulping down half of the drink, he thrusted the bottle to Andreas, who examined it and made a face of distaste as he saw the bubbles popping in the drink, almost giving the impression that Rashid spat into the liquid.
"You can have it," Andreas said bitterly.
Rashid shrugged his wide, big shoulders and tucked the drink into the back of his bag pocket, a goofy, lop-sided grin clear on his face, "Thanks, man."
"Hurry, boys, hurry!" A young, white woman said, clapping her hands at them in a demanding way for them to quicken their pace. Rashid gave the small woman a quick glance. She had dyed black hair, a round nose, brown eyes and she wore a neon yellow-green jacket with glow-in-the-dark silver stripes. She was his Math teacher, Miss Crombey.
He gave her a quick nod and ran to the small, gray building, his arms swaying wildly by his sides with his legs kicking high up in the air. Snot ran down from his nose, making him use the back of his hairy hand to wipe it away. His bag kept crashing on to his back, the contents banging each other, the sound was almost as loud as Andreas who was yelling at him.
"Wait up!"
Rashid ignored his friend and continued running as his left hand sneakily found his way to his pocket. His fingers stroked a little square paper, a feeling of desire and excitement crept up to him.
"Stop!" Andreas yelled, his body stumbling forward after making contact with a gray stone. Rashid ran through the glass doors, making sure to shut them behind him, unaware of looking in front of him. His large body bumped against a small Year Seven girl, sending her crashing against the wall.
She grunted as a sharp pain crawled up her spine, her brown eyes filling up with tears. Rashid gave her a quick look. She was a little, black girl with slanted, small eyes, big lips, big nose, and an afro that was pulled back with a headband. He chuckled at her, feeling pleased with himself for making her cry. Then he spotted a teacher near the assembly halls and he hastily walked away while using his hand to wipe away, once again, his runny nose.
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We all know the typical story when a guy and a girl supposedly hate each other, but end up falling in love. Yawn. How about a story when a guy and a girl truly hate each other with a burning passion?
It was a hot, scorching day. The sun was shining fiercely in the sky, causing people to shield their eyes with their arms. The sound of cars honking and drivers threatening each other occupied the air. The roads were busy and people were in a hurry as it was a Monday morning. The streets were beaten hard and covered with scrap paper, sweet wrappers, crashed soda cans, and chewing gum.
A boy was running, his entire body flopping like a penguin as he ran. His long, fat legs allowed him to take big, heavy steps. He wore a white, sleeveless shirt that had yellow armpit stains and he wore baggy, gray trousers. His blue and red tie flew left and right, following his movement. His shoes were a dull black, even when the sun shone down on them.
His huge, hairy arms swayed to the side as he ran while his eyes scrutinized the area he was in, which was a long road leading him to a hill. At first glance, it would be hard to identify his bags under his dark brown eyes. His feature that stood out for most people were his long, bushy eyebrows that were in the shape of a semi-circle. His hair was spiked up with gel, which showed off his round ears. His eyes darted left and right before he crossed the road.
He came across a small, worn-down corner shop that was plastered with newspapers. The sun gleamed on the shop's window, making him catch sight of his reflection. His brown complexion seemed darker, which made him frown. From the corner of his eyes, he could see a big, round blurry figure near the counter. He looked at the figure, his eyes squinting and then widening when he realized the shopkeeper, who was an Indian woman in her late thirties, was looking back at him. He quickly looked away and continued running down the long, wide path.
"Oi! Rashid!" A nasal voice called out. His eyes swiveled to the source of the voice and they landed on a shiny, yellow car with dark windows. The window next to the driver's seat rolled down to reveal Akia, a girl with dark complexion. She wore a long, black weave that had red and black beads stringed at the bottom. Her eyes were wide and spaced out with carefully applied mascara and eyeliner. Her lips were big and glossed with Vaseline and, as she grinned, her teeth were a bright white, a contrast to her skin.
"What... what do you want?" Rashid asked, breathing heavily as his features pulled down in annoyance. He noticed movement from behind Akia and could vaguely see a tall, dark, lean figure. He bit down on his bottom lip and held his breath as he waited for her reply.
"It's non-uniform day today, moron," Akia said as a smirk took over her features and her eyes glinted as she eyed him up and down. Her smirk expanded when she saw his eyes widen, a sign that he had forgotten about the occasion. Wanting to taunt him more, she added in a slow, accusing voice, "I bet you didn't have anything to wear, huh?"
Rashid stared at her coldly while he tried to calm his racing heart. His nostrils flared as he took deep breaths. He was about to retaliate with an insult, until he heard a deep laughter from inside the car in the driver's seat. He couldn't see well as his eyes were poor-sighted, but he had a feeling that he knew who was laughing. He remembered Akia mentioning to him out of anger that she had a brother who would beat him up.
Sweat dribbled down from his forehead and rolled on to his cheek. He quickly wiped it away with his sticky, wet palm. Akia moved her head back, her lips pulled down and her nose scrunched up in disgust.
"Okay, I'm done," she muttered, rolling up the window to prevent Rashid from seeing her face. The yellow car sped off, leaving a trail of gas behind, making the thick-bodied Pakistani boy cough in irritation. He swatted at the air, waving away the gas and began running up the hill.
As he ran, he took big steps, gripping on the rough surface below. His thoughts were focused around Akia and his plan to kill her without getting into trouble with the police. There was a slight jabbing pain in his left foot that snapped him out of his thoughts. Almost immediately, he bent down to take his shoe off, his rear exposed to the passers-by. Two ten-year-old girls pointed and sniggered at his bottom while he shook his shoe frantically. A small rock tumbled out and landed on the dry, hard dirt.
He put his shoe back on and proceeded with his running. Meanwhile, Akia had been dropped off to Jefferson Technology College, a Secondary school ranging from eleven-year-olds to sixteen-year-olds. From the moment she stepped foot on the playground, it was obvious to her that the school was over fifty years old. The grounds were cracked and rocky while the grasses were damp. The blue paint on the school fences were chipped off, revealing the original color, which was brass. The playground was loitered with endless rubbish and bird poops. Inside the school, it wasn't any better with its stained carpets, gray walls, and broken toilet cubicles that the students frequently complained about, especially the girls.
An empty packet of Walkers crisp flew towards Akia's leg which she kicked away with her red high heels. She was wearing long, skinny jeans that showed off her curves along with a black top decorated with sequins and sparkles. A black leather jacket was worn on top, hugging her figure perfectly and to complete her look, she wore her favorite accessories her brother Riccardo gave her for Christmas; her golden hoop earrings and a heart-shaped necklace.
She scanned the area, her eyes squinting as the heat waves were visible in her vision. She concentrated on the rainbow colors that the waves produced, but she instantly got distracted when she saw a recognizable long, black hair in the distance. The sunlight captured the girl's smooth, creamy-white complexion and her big, brown eyes looked like they were twinkling. She was near the school entrance where there was a big oak tree and underneath the tree placed in a horizontal position was an old, rusted bench that she sat down on. Her little legs were crossed while her slim fingers moved in a rapid motion across her phone. This was Sachiko, her Japanese friend.
Akia strutted over to her, taking deliberately loud steps with her chin slightly tilted up, despite the sun's harsh light. She reached the long, wide grassy area that the Year Nine and Ten boys were using to play football. She watched them kick the dirty ball around for a while until Benjamin Griffiths, her classmate got tackled and tripped down on the floor. She rolled her eyes and focused her attention back to her friend.
"Oi! Sachiko! I'm here!" Her voice had gone higher and squeakier, which attracted the attention of Year Eight girls that were gossiping in their little corner. They stared at her, dumbfounded, but Akia didn't pay attention to them. Her attention was only focused on Sachiko, who was looking in the opposite direction from Akia with a confused expression on her small face, "Sachiko, you deaf-o! Over here!"
Suddenly, a football flew from behind her and whacked the annoyed, African girl on her forehead. Laughter erupted from the playground, the sound of the laughter was greater on the area with the Year Nine and Ten boys. Akia gritted her teeth as her forehead pounded with annoyance. She stared at Luke Campbell, a small, chubby boy in the year below her as he retrieved the ball in his hands. She stomped over to him and viciously grabbed his collar. Her eyes pierced through his big, worried, blue eyes.
"Did you do that?" She asked, her voice low and almost the sound of a hiss.
The boys around him were laughing and commenting under their breaths. Luke quickly shook his head, his face struggling to stay composed. The boys laughed harder, making Luke twist his lips into a nervous grin. Irritation flashed through Akia's dark gray eyes. The next words that came out of her mouth were short and sharp. "Who was it?"
The chubby boy brushed his dirty-blonde hair shakily, his eyes landing on Spencer Pearson who was in the same year as him. He looked at him with pleading eyes, silently asking for his permission. Akia followed his gaze, her features stiffening as she looked at the tall, white boy who was grinning cheekily. His green eyes were staring back at her confidently. Akia studied him carefully.
He had light brown hair that was cropped, his freckles covered his bony nose, he had small, flat ears, his ear lobes were joint to his skin and he had an oval-shaped face structure. He was 6'1, which was unusually tall for a fourteen-year-old; however, his body frame was skinny, which gave him the reputation for being lanky.
Akia marched up to him with her fists clenched. The boys were becoming more excited and cheered for the angry, black girl.
"Kick his ass!" Cody Johnson said, earning a round of laughter from his friends.
"What the hell is going on?" A loud, brittle voice demanded, making Akia snap her head to the right to see her other friend, Libby standing there with her hands on her huge hips.
Spencer glanced down at Libby's chest, a typical reaction that she receives from people. Out of the group of friends which consisted of Sachiko, Libby, Akia, and Marley, Libby was the girl with the big breasts. She had dark auburn hair that flowed down to her waist and hazel brown eyes with medium, thick eyebrows. Her features were sharp and her jaw was defined. She had long elf-like ears that she covered with her long, wavy hair.
When no one answered, Libby heaved a heavy sigh and grabbed Akia by the wrist, "Come on, there's something I have to show you."
Akia was about to push her away until she noticed the tiny bumps that covered Libby's skin. Libby's face was exposed to the sun, which showed off her tiny spots and light, thin hair that was sticking up everywhere, especially in her rough, red cheeks. Akia followed Libby's small steps, her eyes slowly traveling down to her friend's chubby arms. Libby was wearing a short-sleeved, bright pink top that was decorated with white stripes, and a frilly gray skirt, along with black tights. Akia observed the hair on her friend's arms, a sickening feeling settling on the pit of her stomach.
Libby was observing Akia too, her eyes full of admiration as she gazed at her red high heels that sparkled when the sunlight hit them. "Wow," she breathed out. "You look gorgeous."
"Thanks," Akia said with a big smile. She wanted to respond with the same compliment, but she knew that she would be lying, so instead she hugged her. Libby hugged her back, wrapping her arms around Akia's tiny frame tightly.
"Hey, are you ever gonna tell me what happened back there with you and Spencer?" She asked, her head resting on Akia's hard, bony shoulder. Akia gently moved Libby's head away, a scowl slowly taking over her features.
"I was going to shred him into tiny pieces and chuck him in a human-sized blender, but you got in the way," she explained, her eyes lowering playfully at Libby who gave her a look of confusion. Akia rolled her eyes and shook her head, dismissing the subject. "What did you want to show me anyway?"
"Hey," a soft-spoken voice said. The two girls turned their heads to the left only to see their Japanese friend, standing there wearing a floral dress with a deep purple cardigan on top. Unlike Libby who wore pumps and Akia who wore high heels, she wore flat sandals that showed off her feet and the light pink varnish on her toe nails. Akia looked carefully at Sachiko's skin, which was illuminated by the sunlight, and it was then that she realized that Sachiko wasn't as flawless as she thought she was. She could see many little spots all over her face. They weren't as big or noticeable as Libby's, however it still surprised her.
During Akia's discreet observation, Libby was waiting for her to comment on Sachiko's appearance and when she stayed silent, Libby felt forced to say the next words that left her mouth.
"You look beautiful."
Sachiko's eyes widened in surprise momentarily, and then she beamed. When she smiled, her eyes crinkled at the sides. "You too," she replied, her voice gentle and full of honesty.
The sound of the bell rang, indicating that it was time for registration. Rashid had just made it to school, his body dragging forward as he took weak, wobbly steps while he gasped for air. His armpits, palms, face, hair, and eyebrows were soaked with sweat. The temperature of the sun was so hot that it caused his snot to melt and fall down like water. He wiped it away with the back of his hand, his eyes straining to recognize faces as they were blurry in his vision. He rested his back against the brick wall while students were already heading to the inside of the small, gray building.
"Man, what the heck happened to you?" A high boy's voice asked with a hint of a Mexican accent. Rashid looked at his friend, Andreas with tired eyes. He held on to his chest, trying to control his heart that hammered against his chest and at the same time trying to form words. His throat felt so dry that he gave up on trying to reply. Andreas gave him a look of pity. "You didn't have to wear your uniform today. Did you forget or something?"
Rashid nodded his head slowly, his eyes tracing over Andreas' outfit which was a blue top with the number 21 imprinted in a large, white font. There was a white stripe that was lined against the side of his shirt and he wore matching tracksuit bottoms. His outfit highlighted his clear blue eyes that were partially covered by his dark brown hair. His skin was lightly tanned and suffered from acne. When he smiled and showed his teeth off, his indice tooth stood out for most people because it was a permanent yellow, due to a lack of hygiene care.
"So... we're gonna be late," Andreas said, feeling uncomfortable under Rashid's cold stare. He nodded his head towards the school entrance. "Let's go."
Rashid took a deep breath before he straightened his posture, his back aching from running in a forty-five degrees angle for nearly half an hour. He dragged his feet, his bag strap clinging to the side of his shoulder and his left arm raised above his eyes, blocking the sunlight. Andreas walked by his side, his eyes fixated on Rashid's yellow stained armpits. When Rashid looked at him, he quickly averted his gaze to the ground.
"Do you have some water on you?" Rashid asked, his voice thick and wheezy for the ears.
Andreas blinked frantically. He reached to the side of his bag pocket and pulled out a bottle of Coke. "Uh... no, but you can take a sip of this if you want to."
The Pakistani boy snatched it from his grip, eagerly tearing open the bottle cap and taking large gulps of the warm liquid. His body relaxed as the fluid trickled down his sore throat. Andreas stared at him, his eyebrows furrowing as the Coke droplets fell from Rashid's mouth and rolled down his chin. Rashid wiped away the excess with the back of his arm.
After gulping down half of the drink, he thrusted the bottle to Andreas, who examined it and made a face of distaste as he saw the bubbles popping in the drink, almost giving the impression that Rashid spat into the liquid.
"You can have it," Andreas said bitterly.
Rashid shrugged his wide, big shoulders and tucked the drink into the back of his bag pocket, a goofy, lop-sided grin clear on his face, "Thanks, man."
"Hurry, boys, hurry!" A young, white woman said, clapping her hands at them in a demanding way for them to quicken their pace. Rashid gave the small woman a quick glance. She had dyed black hair, a round nose, brown eyes and she wore a neon yellow-green jacket with glow-in-the-dark silver stripes. She was his Math teacher, Miss Crombey.
He gave her a quick nod and ran to the small, gray building, his arms swaying wildly by his sides with his legs kicking high up in the air. Snot ran down from his nose, making him use the back of his hairy hand to wipe it away. His bag kept crashing on to his back, the contents banging each other, the sound was almost as loud as Andreas who was yelling at him.
"Wait up!"
Rashid ignored his friend and continued running as his left hand sneakily found his way to his pocket. His fingers stroked a little square paper, a feeling of desire and excitement crept up to him.
"Stop!" Andreas yelled, his body stumbling forward after making contact with a gray stone. Rashid ran through the glass doors, making sure to shut them behind him, unaware of looking in front of him. His large body bumped against a small Year Seven girl, sending her crashing against the wall.
She grunted as a sharp pain crawled up her spine, her brown eyes filling up with tears. Rashid gave her a quick look. She was a little, black girl with slanted, small eyes, big lips, big nose, and an afro that was pulled back with a headband. He chuckled at her, feeling pleased with himself for making her cry. Then he spotted a teacher near the assembly halls and he hastily walked away while using his hand to wipe away, once again, his runny nose.
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