No one knew the answer.
I’m looking around left and right, and no one knew the answer.
Bunch of useless idiots.
“Ovulation”, I say, softly. I didn’t want the whole class to hear.
But of course, Miss Sara had to say her favorite line in the whole world. “Sit up straight, and raise your voice”.
“Ovulation”, I say loudly and reluctantly.
“Correct. Bravo Jad”. She smiles at me then starts explaining to the rest of the idiots. “Ovulation is the process that occurs in the middle of the menstrual cycle”. She’s explaining something we already learned about 3 years ago, in the 7th grade.
Joseph leans towards me and whispers: “I always knew you had a pussy”.
“Yeah. A big p-p-p-ussy”, I snap back at him. The boy’s a stutterer. No wonder he doesn’t get any p-p-p-pussy. He takes that smirk out of his face, looks at me like I ran over his dog, and leans away.
Then Miss Sara announces: “Alright, class. It’s time for the monthly group project”.
I can’t believe she’s doing this in the last 5 minutes of the last class of the day. It’s 2:40 pm and I wanna go home!
“I want each group to be a pair: one boy and one girl. You have 5 minutes to choose a partner and you can head home!”.
One of the boys, Nadim, raises his hand. “I know which girl I want to team up with! I choose Fadi.”.
The whole class bursts out laughing, except me. I turn my head to see Fadi’s reaction. He gets picked on everyday. His face is down and he’s looking at his desk. He’s not sad. He’s not pissed. He’s used to it.
Miss Sara , along with the other teachers in this school, is used to the gay insults Fadi gets. She doesn’t scold Nadim. She just pretends no one heard it.
Fadi gets out of his seat, takes his backpack and heads to the door.
“La7za Fadi, you still didn’t pick anyone”, says Miss Sara.
“Can I please do it like last time? I’ll work alone”, answers Fadi.
She has this sorry look on her face. “Okay, you may be excused”.
“Thank you”. He opens the door and leaves.
I pack up my stuff and walk over to Miss Sara’s desk. “Miss, can I go now?”
“Do you have a group team mate?”.
“Uhhh, yes. I’ve teamed up with Joseph”. Right…
“You may be excused”.
I get out of class and notice that Fadi’s going to the bathroom. I wait like a minute then I follow him there.
I enter the bathroom and I see him just standing there looking at the mirror.
“What are you doing here?”, he asks me.
“Just checking up on my favorite foufou in the whole school”, I say.
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