Welcome back everyone:D. Sorry for the delay in chapters, personal problems:p. I can't exactly make any more promises as to when I'm going to be posting exactly, because I hate feeling like I have to write, and end up with a pretty horrible chapter. I would much rather write when I want to, and end up with multiple amazing chapters. I'll try to post at least 5 times a week, so don't worry:p
Enjoy!
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After we all ate our lunch, Yousef went to the duwaniya to go hang out with Fahad, and I went upstairs to go rest.
I opened my door, hearing the familiar noise of the door creaking open. I found my phone on my bed, next to my laptop. I cringed at it, knowing there were probably going to be a million messages awaiting my reply.
I turned on my phone, not bothering to check it yet. I went to the bathroom, and took a long shower. I got out, and went to go change. I put on a pair of black AE sweatpants and a blue A&F shirt. I put my hair in a messy bun, and crawled into bed.
I laid back on the large fluffy pillow, and tucked myself into the blanket, shielding myself from the blast of the air conditioner.
I sighed and looked at my phone, my eyes gazing over the top of the screen.
23 Twitter notifications
39 Bbm messages
12 Whatsapp messages
7 texts.
It was going to be a long afternoon.
I opened twitter, bbm, and whatsapp. There were mostly ''get well soon!'' messages, which I humbly replied to, a huge smile spreading across my face.
One message caught my mind.
HussainAlX: Hey Sara! Um, I'm really hoping you're okay, rumors are flying around school and I'm really confused:s.but it's okay, not trying to get too personal or anything. anyway enshalla you're feeling better now, and i'll see you at school on sunday:)
Hussain is a friend from school. We were both in the same art class last year, and we instantly got along and talked non stop about art. We never really talked over bbm or twitter, and he was more of a person to talk to you in real life.
I replied, and then checked the rest of the bbm messages. After I had replied to everyone, I went to twitter, my fingers smoothly gliding over the keyboard.
SaraAlX: Hey everyone! I'm okay now, thank God. I'll be at school on Sunday, talk to you all then:D. Thank you so much for all the wonderful messages, honestly I feel so much better now. Missing you all!
I pressed send, and locked my phone, placing it on the table.
I yawned, and slid down, resting my head on my pillow. I closed my eyes, and let my mind wander for a few minutes.
Hussain popped into my mind for a second. He was always that ''dangerous'' one, that everyone judged based on his appearance. He had jet black eyes, and a defined jaw, which gave him an intimidating look.
His two friends, Hashim and Sultan had similar looks, so people tended to stay away from them.
In art class, that all changed a bit. The permanent cold expression he always wore melted off, and he actually smiled. I was the only one who talked to him, so we got along quickly.
He was an amazing artist, and had pure talent. I remember the teacher pairing us together for a project. We ended up drawing a huge landscape, and it was displayed in the school. After that, we would skip class, and go to the roof, talking about art for hours.
I felt sleep hit me heavily, and I let myself slip into a deep, peaceful sleep.
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Enjoy!
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After we all ate our lunch, Yousef went to the duwaniya to go hang out with Fahad, and I went upstairs to go rest.
I opened my door, hearing the familiar noise of the door creaking open. I found my phone on my bed, next to my laptop. I cringed at it, knowing there were probably going to be a million messages awaiting my reply.
I turned on my phone, not bothering to check it yet. I went to the bathroom, and took a long shower. I got out, and went to go change. I put on a pair of black AE sweatpants and a blue A&F shirt. I put my hair in a messy bun, and crawled into bed.
I laid back on the large fluffy pillow, and tucked myself into the blanket, shielding myself from the blast of the air conditioner.
I sighed and looked at my phone, my eyes gazing over the top of the screen.
23 Twitter notifications
39 Bbm messages
12 Whatsapp messages
7 texts.
It was going to be a long afternoon.
I opened twitter, bbm, and whatsapp. There were mostly ''get well soon!'' messages, which I humbly replied to, a huge smile spreading across my face.
One message caught my mind.
HussainAlX: Hey Sara! Um, I'm really hoping you're okay, rumors are flying around school and I'm really confused:s.but it's okay, not trying to get too personal or anything. anyway enshalla you're feeling better now, and i'll see you at school on sunday:)
Hussain is a friend from school. We were both in the same art class last year, and we instantly got along and talked non stop about art. We never really talked over bbm or twitter, and he was more of a person to talk to you in real life.
I replied, and then checked the rest of the bbm messages. After I had replied to everyone, I went to twitter, my fingers smoothly gliding over the keyboard.
SaraAlX: Hey everyone! I'm okay now, thank God. I'll be at school on Sunday, talk to you all then:D. Thank you so much for all the wonderful messages, honestly I feel so much better now. Missing you all!
I pressed send, and locked my phone, placing it on the table.
I yawned, and slid down, resting my head on my pillow. I closed my eyes, and let my mind wander for a few minutes.
Hussain popped into my mind for a second. He was always that ''dangerous'' one, that everyone judged based on his appearance. He had jet black eyes, and a defined jaw, which gave him an intimidating look.
His two friends, Hashim and Sultan had similar looks, so people tended to stay away from them.
In art class, that all changed a bit. The permanent cold expression he always wore melted off, and he actually smiled. I was the only one who talked to him, so we got along quickly.
He was an amazing artist, and had pure talent. I remember the teacher pairing us together for a project. We ended up drawing a huge landscape, and it was displayed in the school. After that, we would skip class, and go to the roof, talking about art for hours.
I felt sleep hit me heavily, and I let myself slip into a deep, peaceful sleep.
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