Misunderstood By: Amrintaj shaik

Have you ever been misunderstood? Well, I have because of my religion and color.

It all started like this:

My friend and I were having a blast in a swimming pool in the blazing hot summer sun when suddenly I heard a sound, beep beep beep; it was my alarm ringing. When I woke up to shut off my alarm on my phone, I realized it was all a dream. It was chilly, autumn Friday morning. I had to go to school, so I quickly got up, then brushed my teeth until they shined, and then took a shower and got dressed. My mom prepared an excellent, delicious Indian breakfast. Also, I was so excited to try my new tall boots. I loved these boots because they were better than my really unsteady boots that were starting to rip.

“Bye mom,” I said as I left the house.
“Bye” my Mom replied.

I walked for three minutes, and I waited for the bus to come. After ten minutes the bus finally arrived, I realized that my regular bus driver wasn’t there. He zoomed after my stop, and he almost missed my best friend, Quinn’s, stop. We started to talk, and after fifteen minutes which seemed like five minutes, we reached the school, West De Pere Middle School.

When I went to school, I remembered I had English first and second period. When I was in English class, I was working on a book report about Mockingjay, the third book of the Hunger Games series, with my friend, and partner Emma. After two hours or so, the school bell rang, Treeeeeing, and I hurried to Mrs. Clement’s room. When I am free in AE, I usually help Mrs. Clement with her grading. After grading for two hours straight; I went to lunch. After a light lunch of pizza and ice cream, my friends and I hurried to outside recess. Then came the 5th period, which was lifeskills, we were watching Edge of Reality, a bloody movie which proves that drinking and driving are not a good decision. Then the sixth period, which was math. Ava, my partner, made me get bad grades because our starter was to compete on Kahoot but she mostly guessed, and I got a bad score because of her.

Ava asked, “ Are you part of ISIS because you are Muslim.”
I answered “No.”
This question was the most offensive question that anyone asked. Charlotte, who was the only person who heard the short conversation, decided to turn around and say “Are you that dumb Ava just because Amrin is a Muslim doesn’t mean she is part of ISIS. Also, you should ask her for forgiveness.”
Ava asked, “ Do you forgive me.”
I answer “ No Ava I can’t forgive you because before you asked me if I was part of ISIS, you should have cared about my feelings.”
After that long, sad period was over. I hurried to science. After reaching science, my friend, Serena, asked: “Are you sad about something because you always smile, but what happened you aren't. Also, your face looks upset.”
“I’m sad because Ava asked me if I was part of ISIS,” I answered.
“Don’t be saddened by what she said; you know that she is very sassy and doesn’t think before she talks,” Serena replied.
“Okay,” I said.

I decided not to think about Ava at all and go through the rest of the day. Science and social studies flew by like they always do. I zoomed to my locked packed, and when I was on the bus I was playing on my phone, so the bus ride was fast too.

I went into my home and threw my backpack on the ground and went to the sofa and started watching television.

“ What happened at school, you look so sad and mad,” My mom asked.
I told her the story, and she replied, “Don’t talk to her again, what is the purpose of talking to a person who doesn’t even care about your feelings.”

From this experience, I will never forgive Ava because she did not take my emotions into consideration before she asked me for forgiveness.

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