Two is Company, Three is a Crowd...No Wonder Intro
Ziyra is a hidden outlaw in Saudi Arabia. She's with a gang that stops some of Arabian cruelty. Her life was suddenly spiraled out of control as she meets a newcomer in her school and now she has to choose between her best friend, her leader and her friend.
This is my first story so bear with it :)
Everyone was ecstatic. Because there was a new student. As usual, the fashionistas were imagining a hot jock to join the dreamy line of basketball players, the nerds were thinking of a left brain to bring in their next Dungeons and Dragons meeting, the teachers were praying that it wouldn't be another smartass rebel since they already got a handful, the boys were imagining a gorgeous and sexy girl and the other girls were just like the fashionistas.
When Principal Nitric-known in the student body as Nitric Acid-announced that a new student would come tomorrow, that was their reaction. Everyone was jumping, or wondering who could it be to put it lightly.
I was almost one of them. I was fairly interested in who could it be, his or her name and wonder if they could be friends. I only had one friend-more like master-which is Fanny Sweets. A blonde haired American, most beautiful face anyone ever saw and a reputation for being the sex queen of the school, she was so full of herself and she was easily the richest person in the school. The only reason I was even hanging out with her was because I was good in English, Fanny needed bigger grades and she was paying me. I needed it to pay for my sister's and mine's tuition fees and life money.
I was born and grew in California. When I was 12, I transferred to Yanbu, Saudi Arabia by my father's will-that stated that all the money of his company would be for me and my sister's education, but we only used it for a plane ticket to Saudi. I was studying in an international school called ATIS. I always wanted to live in Saudi and I loved it.
I hoped the new student would like it here and enjoy it the way I did. And I hoped we would be the best of friends.
The next day, the electricity of thrill was gone. Everyone was disappointed and or back to normal. I didn't know what was happening. I was late by one minute since my I.D. was missing. I saw everyone talking, and I only got the gist of it.
"Can't believe he would transfer here..."
"Does he know that he might get done here..."
"He's going to regret being here, I'm sure..."
So he's a boy. The girls might be happy. But the jocks were thinking of hurting him. What the heck...?
Everyone was ecstatic. Because there was a new student. As usual, the fashionistas were imagining a hot jock to join the dreamy line of basketball players, the nerds were thinking of a left brain to bring in their next Dungeons and Dragons meeting, the teachers were praying that it wouldn't be another smartass rebel since they already got a handful, the boys were imagining a gorgeous and sexy girl and the other girls were just like the fashionistas.
When Principal Nitric-known in the student body as Nitric Acid-announced that a new student would come tomorrow, that was their reaction. Everyone was jumping, or wondering who could it be to put it lightly.
I was almost one of them. I was fairly interested in who could it be, his or her name and wonder if they could be friends. I only had one friend-more like master-which is Fanny Sweets. A blonde haired American, most beautiful face anyone ever saw and a reputation for being the sex queen of the school, she was so full of herself and she was easily the richest person in the school. The only reason I was even hanging out with her was because I was good in English, Fanny needed bigger grades and she was paying me. I needed it to pay for my sister's and mine's tuition fees and life money.
I was born and grew in California. When I was 12, I transferred to Yanbu, Saudi Arabia by my father's will-that stated that all the money of his company would be for me and my sister's education, but we only used it for a plane ticket to Saudi. I was studying in an international school called ATIS. I always wanted to live in Saudi and I loved it.
I hoped the new student would like it here and enjoy it the way I did. And I hoped we would be the best of friends.
The next day, the electricity of thrill was gone. Everyone was disappointed and or back to normal. I didn't know what was happening. I was late by one minute since my I.D. was missing. I saw everyone talking, and I only got the gist of it.
"Can't believe he would transfer here..."
"Does he know that he might get done here..."
"He's going to regret being here, I'm sure..."
So he's a boy. The girls might be happy. But the jocks were thinking of hurting him. What the heck...?
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