Isis.
My life is becoming a cliche. I'm glad to have gotten over all the grubby stuff, but now I'm ready to have some excitement here. I still can't help get over the anxiety about Aisha, but now that she's back behind bars, I feel a bit better. My grandmother has been a bit scarce but I think I can understand why. Zainab is lesbian. Always has been. She just didn't know it. But I think that's pretty interesting, seeing that she never really liked playing with girls, when she was younger. How we became friends, still beats me. Alex, sigh. He's the most precious aspect of my existence.
She sat in her car, waiting for her next lecture.
She flipped through her Biology textbook and read over the highlighted texts.
Isis had been preparing for a test that week, and she was so glad that Alejandro had helped her to take her mind off of school for a little while because then she would've lost her marbles.
