I looked up as Mariam walked into the class with Carmina. Today, not only had she taken off her hijab, she’d also changed out of the long tunic top she usually wore and put on a tight T-shirt.
The hijab was distracting and made me not gregarious
OMG! where are you head scarf ? ? ?!
There has a work you need to do, that is take photos of the things that matter to you, moments that you want to share with us.
“Right!” Mr. Letner jumped off the table he was perched on and went to his computer. “Understanding what perspective is will be essential to completing this new project.”
Not posed photos, but real life and present photos that show life from your perspective.
It was worth 40 percent !
How many marks is it worth?
Mr. Letner turned on the Smartboard at the front of the class and a website appeared. “‘If You Give a Kid a Camera, ”
“Basketball tryouts,” I told her, sucking the last drops out of my juice box. The carton crumpled in my hands. Mariam looked at Carmina and grimaced. She’d played basketball last year when we were in middle ”
emm... no,Boys don’t like girls who play sports.
My arm caught my hijab, which was loose after all the running and jumping. It fell over my eye and I was distracted.
As the ball flew through the air, I jumped up and tipped it out of her hands. I didn’t see Abby’s elbow — my hijab blocked vision on my right side. The bone came down hard on my nose, and I felt a warm spurt of blood on my upper lip.