"HEY HEY HEY, NOW WHAT'S GOING ON HERE? WHAT HAPPENED? AND WHO AR..." A very handsome guy said, coming from a different direction, running towards his group and has on the same red and white sports jacket as the other boys. He gets distracted by Mala's beauty, and has his eyes extremely fixated on her forgetting about his group team, and also forgetting that Mala pushed them all down. While he gazes at her, the boys picks themselves up slowly.
Mala's eyes is even glued to his handsome charm. He has his hair slick back, and has an athletic body build to his image which makes him even more handsome.
"Hi, I'm Chris," he said, introducing himself and strolls near her.
"I'm Mala," she replied.
"Hey dude, you gonna let her do this to us? You supposed to protect us dude," the chunky boy said.
"Protect yourselves," Chris said, having his eyes still stuck on her, and finally the bell rings.
"Time for class buddy, leave Pocahontas alone," the chunky boy said, and the others laughs.
Mala forgets what he had said, and still stares at Chris. Chris slowly walks away staring back at her walking with his team, and turns his head back around to take one last look at Mala before they go inside. Mala is still at the same exact spot now having her mouth slightly open in amazement.
Her siblings ran up to her, and notices that Mala still has the water bottle in her hand.
"MALA? MALA?" Mara yells out from a distance walking towards her way.
"YES ugh, yes," she said.
"What's happening to you?" Mara asked.
"What?" She asked.
"And why do you still have that water bottle in your hand?" Mara asked curiously.
"Oh, geez, I didn't notice," she said.
"You like that boy don't ya?" Mara asked.
"I love America now," she said.
"Mala's gotta boyfriend, Mala's gotta boyfriend, Mala's gotta boyfriend," Trenti said, teasing her.
"I don't know, all I know that he's cute. The boys here are much cuter than the boys in India, except for that fat boy," she said.
"Well, the only girls I like is Indians, I don't like white girls, they not my type," he said.
"Trenti, what did we tell you about saying racial things?" Mara asked.
"I was just saying," he said, while they infiltrate into the school building.
"That fatty called me Pocahontas, I hate him," she informs.
"Well, you sort of do look like Pocahontas by the forehead, I have to tell you sis, he's right," Trenti said, while Mala slaps him on the head.
"OWWWEE, THAT HURTS," he said, rubbing his head.
Author Ciara Webb
Story written by Ciara Webb
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