"Do you have to go?" Safaa asks hugging Zayn.
"I'll be back soon," Zayn says hugging his sister. Zayn was going to London with the boys to record their new album. He had said he'd be back in a few months once the album was released.
"Aali, hurry up or we're going to be late," Waliyah says running down the stairs with both of our bags. Today was the my first day back to school after the accident . I really didn't want to go to school. It was the same school that I went to last year, but this now everything was new. I finish my bowl of cereal and put the bowl in the sink. Before giving Zayn a hug and heading off to school.
"You girls better hurry if you want to get to school on time," Aunt Trica says as Waliyah gives Zayn a hug.
"C'mon Safaa," I say grabbing my bag off the floor.
"The lads are outside," Waliyah tells Zayn opening the door. Zayn gives Doniya, Aunt Tricia and Uncle Yasser a hug before getting into the van with the rest of the lads. We wave to them as they pass by us heading off to London.
"Wait outside for us," Waliyah tells Safaa as we get closer to her primary school. "We'll come and pick you up."
"Bye have fun," I tell giving her a hug as she catches up with some of her friends.
"You sound like a mother," Waliyah says as we head to our school.
"So did you," I tell her giggling.
"Somebody has to be the mother," she says and we both burst out laughing.
"I'll meet you at your locker after the last class," Waliyah says before heading to her locker with her friends. I don't usually see Waliyah much around school since she was a level a head off me.
"Aali!" Grace says giving me a hug.
"Grace!" I say, returning the hug.
"I missed you so much. Maths was terrible without you," Grace complains. We walk over to my locker that was covered with balloons and streamers. 'We missed you' was written in the center in colorful letter.
"I love it! I missed you too," I say opening my locker to get my stuff
"Hi Aaliyah," Ella says joining our little group.
"Hi," I say. People stop and whisper as we walk by them to our first class. It was kind of hard to ignore them; hopefully this wouldn't last all day. I drop my bag next to my seat and sit down; we still had a few minutes before school started.
"I'm so sorry," Tracy says coming up to me with a sad face.
"It's okay," I tell her giving her a small her small smile. I never really talked to Tracy, we did get paired up for a few projects but we never really became friends.
"Good Morning class!" Mr. Robinson walked into the class. "Please take your seats." Everyone shuffles around getting into their seats. Tracy gives me an apologetic smile before going back to her seat.
The first 15 minutes of every class I turned in my homework that I had been doing at home. Lunch finally came around; I went to my locker to exchange my morning books for my afternoon books and grabbed my lunch before meeting Charlotte at her locker.
"How's your morning been?" Charlotte asks on our way to the lunch room.
"Brilliant," I say sarcastically. "How's yours?"
"Same," she says. We scan the lunch room for our friends and spot them sitting outside on the picnic tables eating.
"Have you been to arts yet?" Lilly asked as I open my lunch that Aunt Tricia had packed this morning since I slept in.
"No it's my next class." We talked through the whole lunch about lots of different things. One of those things that did not involve my parents. Lunch passed by quickly and I was on my way arts now.
"See you in physical," Charlotte says before going off to her next class. I find my same, old seat next to Hailey.
"I'm so glad your back! How are you?" Hailey says in her American accent giving me a hug.
"Good, you?" We get our supplies from the back of the room.
"Same." Our art teacher gives out instruction for our next project and we get our supplies.
"How are you going to do yours?" I ask Hailey.
"I don't know yet," she says looking down at her poster board. Our assignment was to make an abstract painting. "How are you doing yours?"
"I don't know," I tell her as I write my name on the back top right corner.
The rest of the day went by pretty fast. I putting my books back into my locker after the last class when Waliyah came just like she had said in the morning.
"Ready to go?" She asks, as I put my last book in my bag.
"Yup," I say shutting my locker and taking the balloons and steamers with me.
"So how was the first day back?" She asks. I wave to a few of my friends that were waiting for the bus.
"Brilliant, can people please stop feeling sorry for me," I beg once some girl I've never met before comes to me and says sorry about my parents. "A person can only listen to so many sorry's."
"It'll get better," Waliyah says with a sympathetic look.
"Please stop feeling sorry for me, it makes me feel hopeless," I beg Waliyah as we reach Safaa's school.
"I'll try," Waliyah says as Safaa comes running up to us; giving each of us a hug.
"How was school?" I ask as she skips in front of us.
"It was great mother," Waliyah answers for her sarcastically and the three of us burst out laughing.
"Somebody has to be the mother," I repeat what she said this morning, and we burst out laughing again. We stopped by at a bakery and got ourselves a cupcake because Safaa had been craving for on all week long.
"Mum?" Safaa screams as we enter a very quite house. The Malik's house was rarely ever quite, there would always be noise coming from somewhere.
"I am out; there is food in the fridge love Mum." Waliyah reads the note taped on the fridge then opens it to find something to eat. I put my bag in my room, and go back downstairs for a snack.
"I have so much homework," Waliyah complains looking at the scattered pieces of paper in front of her.
I eat my snack and go upstairs and start on my homework. I save the abstract painting project for last, knowing that I would take my time on it the most. I had finally figured out how to write with my right hand that had a cast on it, and it made things a lot easier.
Uncle Yasser pokes his head into my room before entering. "Waliyah said you were up here."
"I can't think of anything to paint," I say looking at the sheet of notebook paper that I had written my ideas on.
"Why don't you start by choosing the one that shows how you feel," he suggest.
"Um.. these ones," I say choosing a few of the magazine cutouts.
"Which one do you think describes more than the others?"
"This one," I say choosing a cutout that had dark lines on it and a few bright lines here and there..
We spend an hour working on my project drawing out the picture. I finish the rest of it after dinner before Doniya takes us out for ice cream.