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Isn’t seven the most powerfully magical number?

[Carol and Priest looking at each other, smiling lightly after sharing an embrace, tension building]

Me: 😒

[Carol and Priest share a massive high five]

Tears fill my eyes as I read the words on my screen. The world seems to stop spinning for the slightest second as I re-read the anonymous message over and over again, gripping on to the hope that the words will magically disappear. But they didn’t. Anon had done it; they’d figured out that the only way to make me take off my hijab was to call my hair ugly. My one weakness.

A tear streams down my left cheek.

Eight years of academy hijab training…wasted. I had to prove this extremely relevant and good-looking anonymous person wrong, I cared too much about what they thought. How could I live my life knowing that there is one person out there who thinks probably my hair is ugly maybe? How could I look myself in the mirror? How could I face my family? My shoulders shook as I cried silently, and my chair squeaked ever so slightly at the vibrations; as if it, too, was crying in sorrow.

It wasn’t until that moment that the second part of the message dawned on me… how would I prove them wrong without breaking the rules? Was it really against the rules? I reach into my hijab and pull out a scroll. At the very top, in cursive jet-black inked letters, the word ‘Rules’ stares back at me. My heart is racing as my eyes frantically read the scroll.

‘Rule #1: no killing people,’ it reads. I let out a whimper. There go my evening plans. 

Suddenly, my eye catches the next words. The scroll is rustling in my trembling hands as I turn my face away, tears spraying out of my eyes like the spit of a white person as they try to justify racism. The cursive words felt more like a curse of words, vivid and refusing to disappear as if I were still staring at them even through my closed eyes.

enemy: heh! piece of cake. you look like you’re a pathetic dimwitted loser, this’ll be easy. die!

shikamaru: oh man, what a drag… *runs around hiding*

enemy: you can’t escape that easily! *tries to kill him while also inadvertently talks too much and reveals the secret of their technique*

shikamaru: are you so sure about that? *puts on a giant act with him throwing kunai everywhere* *a shogi analogy is inserted*

enemy: i know exactly what the limits of your shadow technique are, what are you going to do with that?!

shikamaru: oh no… looks like i’ve been defeated… ahaha

enemy: see, i knew you were a good for nothing, pathetic excuse for a shinobi and a lead–

shikamaru: nawww… just kidding

*his theme song starts playing*

enemy: (wh-what?! i’m frozen!? how did he–!!!)

shikamaru: you see… the first attack is always a feint *starts explaining in depth how he’s so smart for no real reason aside from being smug about it* *another shogi analogy is inserted*

enemy: there’s no way. THERE IS NO WAY THAT I LOST, TO THE LIKES OF YOU!!!!

shikamaru: you see the difference between us is… I Believe In My Friends :)

enemy: YOU UTTER PIECE OF GARBAGE, YOU PIECE OF SHIT, YOU ARE THE SCUM OF THE EARTH AND I WILL TEAR YOU AND ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS TO SHREDS DO YOU HEAR ME I SWEAR ON THIS–!!

shikamaru: i sleep