Hanan setting in the car looking through the window
Thinking about what happened in the fajir.
I crashed almost everything in the house. My mom scolded me.
Hanan: ah
Hanan looked at her mother and bother.
Bother : mom didn't you see my shoes any were
Mother : you mean fish shoes, no I didn't see them
Bother : I can't find them I searched for them everywhere
Hanan : hasan your taste it's really weird.who would like shoes like this.
Hanan reached the sschool. The usual morning chaos filled the hallways
She spotted her best friend, Layla & sama, who was chatting with each other. Sama notice her and call her
Sama: Hanan come here
Hanan began to walk towards her friends .
Hanan : pace upon you
Sama : and pace upon you
(Layla is staring, wide-eyed, at Hanan's feet. Sama, having just replied to Hanan's greeting, glances at Layla's focused gaze, then follows her line of sight down to Hanan's shoes.)
Sama's gaze followed Layla's, and her initial smile slowly stretched into a wide, disbelieving grin. Layla, meanwhile, clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle a bubbling laugh, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and mirth fixed directly on Hanan's feet.
Hanan, suddenly feeling exposed, looked down. And there they were. A pair of Phosphorescent green fish shoes. Not her scuffed, comfortable sneakers. Not her sensible black flats. These were the very shoes Hasan had been frantically searching for, their garish green scales practically glowing under the fluorescent hallway lights.
Her mind reeled back to the chaos of the morning: the spilled milk, her mother’s scolding, the frantic rush to get out the door after her outburst. She must have grabbed them in her haste, a blur of motion and stress, mistaking them for her own in the jumbled pile by the door. The horror dawned on her, slow and agonizing. She, Hanan, the girl who prided herself on being 'normal' and low-key, was actually wearing phosphorescent green fish shoes to school.
Layla could no longer contain herself. A high-pitched giggle escaped, quickly escalating into full-blown peals of laughter, her hand still clapped over her mouth but doing little to muffle the sound. She doubled over, tears starting to prick at the corners of her eyes. Sama, usually the more reserved of the two, let out a snort, then covered her own mouth to hide a grin that was threatening to split her face in two. Her shoulders shook with suppressed mirth.
“Hanan,” Sama managed to gasp between giggles, pointing a finger at Hanan’s feet, “Are… are those… Hasan’s fish shoes?”
Hanan felt her cheeks flush a fiery red. She wanted the floor to swallow her whole. “No! Of course not! What are you talking about?” she protested, even as her eyes darted wildly around, convinced every single person in the hallway was now staring at her feet, judging her, laughing at her. The thought of walking into class like this, facing her teachers, was unbearable.
“Oh my god, they are!” Layla shrieked, straightening up slightly, her face red with laughter. “Hanan, how on earth did you end up with those?! They’re… they’re magnificent!”
Hanan’s embarrassment warred with a sudden, overwhelming urge to just rip the ridiculous things off her feet and throw them into the nearest trash can. She remembered Hasan complaining about her taste being weird. Now, who was the one with the weird taste? And more importantly, what was she going to do for the rest of the school day?
