She meets her unveiled friend Mona

Amira made it to homeroom with no room to spare, and quickly sat down next to her friend Mona short of breath.

Mona was Lebanese, and even though she was Muslim like Amira didn't cover her hair or wear anything different from their peers. In fact, her outfit right now was a bit scandalous, a black tank top with some cleavage (but also with some obvious bra straps), jean shorts, and birkenstock sandals. Amira would never wear anything so revealing in her right mind, but right now Mona was technically more clothed, a fact Amira was reminded of as she felt the glorified bedsheet caress her bottom as she sat down.

"Hey habibi, you're dressed stuffy today!" Mona chirped as Amira sat down.

"Ummm, yeah..." Amira didn't want to question Mona's assessment as she settled in and the bell ended to signal that class was about to begin.

"By the way..." Mona introduced an observation about today that would make Amira's jaw drop.