Chapter 30

Hey everyone! I've missed writing this story! So I just couldn't resist posting again, so here you go :p

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*oh and a note on Hashim's name: the spell check changed it to 'Hashem' in the previous chapters, so i fixed that now. it's spelled with an 'i', not an 'e', just in case any of you were confused:p. 

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The rest of the weekend went surprisingly well. We all ate a bunch of junk food and watched a lot of movies, just as Amal had planned. After dinner, I would always go upstairs to my room and do what I do best, which is draw. I sketched whatever came to my mind, and at the end of the weekend I ended up with over 30 masterpieces, and I made a mental note to show them to Hussain. After that, I would go hang out with Yousef and Amal, and I successfully kept my mind off of Rama and Jana.


On Sunday, I felt much better about the whole situation. I spent the whole break studying my thick textbooks, making up for all the skipped classes last week.


I opened my locker, gathering my french books. I had successfully avoided Rama all day, only catching a glimpse of her in the hall, talking to some year 12 guys. I slammed it shut, and walked to my class.


I was about to walk into class when I saw a familiar face.


Rama.


Her mouth curled in to a venomous smirk as she saw my timid expression. I annoyingly rolled my eyes, walking past her with my head held up high. I was not about to let her ruin my life again. I was about walk into class when I heard her speak, her high pitched voice echoing through the empty halls.


''Enjoy it while it lasts, he's not gonna be yours for long.'' She said, smugness dripping in her tone.


Anger was boiling in my blood, and I felt my hands automatically clench into fists. I dropped my satchel bag on the ground, walking up to her. Screw talking to her, what I wanted was revenge. I had no idea what I was going to do, but I knew that I would probably regret it.


''Rama, what the hell is your problem?!'' I yelled, leaning towards her. I towered over her, and watched her smug expression turn into a fearful one. I was at least 4 inches taller then her, I guess I just never noticed, considering most of the times I've been with her she was in those slutty high heels.

''I don't have a problem, Sara. You're the one with the problem! He doesn't even like you, why would he like you?! You're ugly. You're worthless. He just feels sorry for you. '' She said, shoving my shoulders, making me bump into the wall. I could feel my back roughly hit the wall, and I winced in pain. knowing that I was bruised.


I saw people stop and stare at us, and a few year seven guys started shouting ''Fight, Fight, Fight!''.


''You're right, he doesn't like me. He loves me. And who are you to say I'm worthless? Honey, you're not God, you have no right to judge me.'' I shoved her back, causing her to stumble a step backwards.


Then, without thinking, I slapped her straight across the cheek.


I heard the noise echo, and everyone immediately grew quiet. A red mark started growing on her cheek, and she shot me a cold look, her eyes piercing through me.


This was not going to end well.


She pinned me against the wall, and raised her hand to slap me, when I heard a voice echo through the hallway, causing the dozens of students surrounding us to scatter.


''What in the world is going on here?!'' The principal's voice boomed.


I was frozen in place, my legs refusing to move. The crowd was getting smaller, and I could make out her black heels stomping on the floor.


Rama ran off, and it looked like I was going to be in a lot of trouble.


I felt a hand wrap around my arm and quickly pulled me away into a small classroom. Once we were out of sight, I turned around to see who it was.


Hashim.


Hashim is the innocent one in his group of friends. He didn't smoke, almost never got in trouble. He was really intelligent, and the type of person you would go up to and ask questions about homework. he's a few inches taller then me and has light olive skin and chocolate brown eyes, always sparkling with joy.


''Sara! Are you okay?'' He said, his eyes gaping at the dull black and blue bruise on my collar bone. I quickly  fixed my shirt, hiding the bruise.

''Yeah, I'm fine.'' I said, suddenly noticing the lack of space between us. I tried to move away and failed, my back hitting the wall. He came closer to me, and I could feel his hot breath in the atmosphere around me.


Well, this is awkward.


I inched away from him, and reached out for the door handle, when he put his hand over mind, stopping me from opening the door.


''She's still there, remember?'' He chuckled, trying to peek of out the door's window.


We waited in silence for another 15 minutes before we heard her descend down the staircase. Once her loud footsteps faded away, we slowly exited the classroom, and stood in the empty hall.


''Well, um, thanks.'' I said, turning to walk to my class.

''Wait, you can't go to class now, the period's half over!'' He said, trying to hide his smug expression.

''Oh, you're right.'' I said, not really sure how to respond.

''Come up to the roof!''

I hesitantly nodded, and we both went up the staircase up to the roof, our eyes being blinded by the harsh sun rays.


There were a bunch of people sitting down and hanging out, but when the bell rang, indicating the next class, they all left, leaving Hashim and I sitting down on the worn out couch.


I hid there for the rest of the day, reading my warn out book. I was in no mood to go downstairs and risk another confrontation with Rama.


By the last class, me and Hashim were having a small conversation, and I was trying to push the whole fight out of my mind.


I saw Hashim open his mouth to say something, when I heard a familiar, and angry, voice shout behind me.


''Sara?!''

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Perfection.

Hey everyone! well, this isn't my typical post, but I really wanted to share this with everyone. 

If you're someone who's experiencing this, my dm's and ask.fm(I won't publish the ask if you don't want me to) is always open! I'm here to help, support, give advice, and simply talk. It's okay to deal with these things, it's a part of being human. 

And if you're a person who has ever made one of those comments to anyone, or any negative comment at all, it's not okay. Maybe you didn't mean it, or you were 'just kidding'. Maybe you thought you were trying to help. Maybe they said something hurtful to you, so you wanted to get back at them. Maybe it makes you feel good to say these things. But it will hurt them, so please don't. What if that was said to you? Your words will live with that person forever. It will crush them, and it will be etched in their minds forever. Go up to that person, and apologize. Tell them that they're beautiful. That they're funny. That they're intelligent. That they're perfect the way they are. Tell them before it's too late. 

Again, I'm always here to talk :). 

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You know what's horrible?

Is that someone can hate themselves so much. 

That someone can be so depressed about themselves sometimes.

about their body

about their personality

about their weight

about the way people think of them and their appearance. 

Even when they're completely happy, one look in the mirror can destroy them. 

When all of these thoughts keep rushing into their heads. 

''Not pretty enough.''

''Not skinny enough.''

''That won't look good on you. You're fat, remember?''

''You have to weight less.''

''I know you've lost weight, but not enough. You need to loose more.'' 

''Look how thin she is! Why don't you look like that?'' 

''Your stomach needs to be thinner.''

''Your thighs need to be smaller.''

''Your teeth need to be whiter.''

''Your hair needs to be longer.'' 

''You are not good enough.''

And you would think, that after loosing some weight, they would be happier with themselves. But in reality, they were actually happier when they weighed more, then when they weighed less. 

Because once they started loosing weight, they started being more critical on themselves. They started to despise themselves, and how they looked. 

Some of them start to loose weight for many reasons. 

For themselves

For a guy 

For their parents

For kids at school

Because someone ever made a comment to them

Or possibly all of those reasons. 

And the funny thing is, most of them aren't even overweight. 

So, for whatever reason, they try to loose weight. That person may choose Anorexia, or Bulimia, which is a very harsh way and will by 100% eventually kill you if you don't stop.

In this instance, they went on a strict diet. 

And it's a fact that they will loose weight doing this. And they'll probably be overjoyed with the results. 

But, once that joy dies down, it's replaced with a desire for more.

So, they'll continue to do whatever it is that they did to loose the weight. But, as they do, they start pinpointing other things about them. 

Their hair

Their teeth

Their smile

Their laugh

Their legs

Their arms

Their thighs

Their cheekbones

Their personality

All of these things that they never even thought twice about will suddenly become 'imperfections'. And they'll also try to perfect them. 

Soon, it becomes this vicious cycle of wanting one thing.

Perfection.

Even in the most random occasions, these thoughts will always be circling their  mind.

''Wow, my legs are so huge!''

''I really want to loose this weight!''

''My skin is so horrible!''

''Why can't I look like her?''

''Why can't I be pretty?''

''Don't eat that! You'll get fatter.''

''Do you know how many calories that has?''

''Wait, don't order that drink. It has too much sugar!''

''Look at them, they're staring at me! Probably because I look so fat.'' 

And the most common:

''I can't wait until I get thin and pretty and perfect and then I'll be happy!''

When in reality, they won't ever find their definition of 'perfect'', because they'll always find something that is 'wrong'' with themselves. 

All they set out to do was do one thing, loose weight. And it turned in to wanting to be Perfect. So they get depressed and they try harder and they finally achieve something, only to have their spirits crushed by another 'imperfection''. 

So they keep trying, and trying and trying to be 'perfect'.

And it's Killing them.

As for a solution to this cycle? Well, they're still trying to figure that out by trying to 'perfect' themselves. 

Well, you might be asking, ''How does she know so much about this, no one probably never had to experience this.'' 

Well, you're wrong, because millions of girls, and boys, experience this every single day. And as for how do I know about this? 

Because them is me. 

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I'm sorry guys, but I have a lot of things in my personal life going on right now and I can't juggle all of that and a blog! I'm going to be typing the posts so once I start posting in September, there will be a marathon and I'll finish the story. 

A lot of people have been asking me if I'll close the blog after this story ends. The answer to that is NO. :D. 

After this story ends, I'll be doing more stories! They won't be true though:p. Also, during this mini break I'll be writing short stories (one post stories). They look fun to write, so I'll give it a shot :). 

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Chapter 29

Hey everyone! I'm sorry about the marathon, it didn't really work out to well :/. I just have a lot of things going on in my personal life right now.

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I dropped the phone, leaning over and putting my head in my hands.


Why was this happening to me?


Whenever something amazing happens in my life, it's always shadowed by something horrible.


I guess that's what life does sometimes. It has all these twists and turns plotted out for you, waiting for you to give up. Waiting for your patience to crack, and your hope to fade. Sometimes people are like that as well. Sometimes they're not going to be the nicest. They'll lie, cheat, back-stab, hurt, and try to crush you. They try to knock you down over and over again, waiting for you to give up.


And I refused to give up.


As I looked up, Sultan came beside me, picking up the phone.


''Back off, he's mine, bitch. XO'' He read with a puzzled look on his face. ''Who the hell is this?'' He asked.

''It's clearly Jana. Does she think that were together or something?'' Hussain said, sitting beside me.


I thought for a second. It could be Jana, considering the encounter today.


''She knows about me and Yousef, so why would she need to tell me to back off of you?'' I suddenly said.


Yes, they knew about me and Yousef. I accidentally slipped it out to Hussain while we were discussing the art project yesterday. He, and I assumed Hashem and Sultan, were the only people who knew outside my circle of friends.


''So, who else would do this?'' Hussain asked, his eyebrows furrowing together.


''Rama.'' I said.


It made perfect sense. She clearly likes Yousef, and she'll do anything to get what she wants. I mean, she tried to poison me.


**
Side note. The whole thing with Fahad at Rama's party thing is made up, well kind of. Ya3ni there was no party. So here's what basically happened. And no, Rama isn't her real name. And the ask I answered about it wasn't true, just at that time I decided I wasn't going to say anything about it :p this is the 100% truth about it: 

Rama came back to my school but we basically avoided each other, and we only had one one class together, P.E, and I wasn't feeling well that day and we were running that day in P.E and I had to stop because I was about to faint, so the teacher told Rama to go get me water. So she came back with this weird look on her face but I ignored it and drank the water because the teacher was right there. So it tasted horrible and I started throwing up and i felt like i was going to pass out so the teacher called the ambulance and I went to the hospital and they said that the water was bad like it had chemicals in it or it was contaminated or it wasn't filtered or something. So they said that I had to stay home for two weeks because I got sick, but I WAS NOT in a coma. So then 2 weeks later I came back to school. 

That's all i'm saying for now, because then it would just give away everything:p i hope this clears everything up :D

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''So what are you gonna do?'' Sultan said.

''I'm going to fix this.'' I said.


I sneaked downstairs and cleaned off the writing, then went back up to the roof. I was in no mood to be in class, knowing that Rama could possibly be there. For the rest of the day, I stayed upstairs with them.
Finally, the bell rang, indicating it was finally the weekend. I said goodbye to Hussain and Sultan, and quickly made my way outside to the G-Class.


Once we got to the house, I went upstairs, not bothering to eat lunch. I changed into my Juicy Couture sweatpants, yes I am pretty addicted to sweatpants, and a white shirt that said ''Be Happy'', and let my hair down. I sat on my bed, my mind deep in thought.


What was I going to do about Rama? I could try to talk to her. I decided that I would on Sunday.


Then i thought about Jana. I felt like I had been stabbed. Me and Jana weren't as close as Shoug and I, but we were still best friends. How could she do this to me? Call me a bitch, for what? To try to get a guy? She hated me. She took off her mask, only to show her true self. I guess that happens sometimes. People turn out to be fake. But I never thought it would be her.


Then, out of no where, I thought about Yousef. I smiled to myself, the though of him instantly making me happy. Should I tell him? But what if he freaked out about me skipping? Well, I could always leave that part out, but then I felt bad about not telling him. He said he trusted me, so what's there to worry about?


 I decided that I would. I got up, going downstairs to find him sitting in the main living room, watching tv with Amal.

''Hey guys.'' I said, sitting next to them.

''Hey Sara.'' They both said.

''Sara, why weren't you in Physics today?'' He asked, taking a bite of his Subway sandwich.

''That's what I'm going to tell you about.'' I sighed, and explained the whole story to them.

''So it's Rama who's doing this?'' He asked, his tone full of anger.

''She's unbelievable.'' Amal said, her eyes scanning the picture.


My shifted its thoughts on Jana, and I suddenly felt like crying. We were best friends for so long, but I knew I should have seen this coming. She was a kind of 'shady' person, she never really told us anything. She would pass on us hanging out, saying she had 'a family thing'. Little did I know, she was out with her cousin, hitting on guys.


It's weird, isn't it? How you can perceive a person as something, and find out that they're the complete opposite.


I felt a tear roll down my cheek, and I quickly wiped it away.


''Sara, what's wrong?'' Yousef said, standing up.

''Sara, don't cry, it's okay. We're going to fix this!'' Amal said, coming to hug me.


I let out a sigh, looking up at her worried face.


''I'm going to go with Kumar (my driver) to the store, and I'm going to get us a bunch of ice cream and chocolate and other stuff that we'll regret eating, then we'll all watch a bunch of funny movies, okay?'' She whispered in my ear, giving me a tight squeeze. She always knew the right thing to say.


I smiled and nodded at her, then she threw her jacket, and made her way out the front door.


''Sara, what's wrong?'' he said as he sat down next to me.

''It's Jana. Just how could she do this to me? We were best friends.'' I said, tears streaming down my face.

''Everything is going to be fine, Sara.'' He said, giving me a huge hug.


I rested my head on his shoulder, staining his white shirt with my salty tears. After I felt better, I sat up, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand.


''Sara, everything is going to be fine, I promise.''


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Chapter 28

Hey everyone, don't have my computer right now, so i'm typing this on my phone! i fixed the app, so hopefully it will publish now :)
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I nervously bit down on my lip, unsure how to answer.


"Sara, you can tell me. I'm here to listen, not judge." Sultan said quietly, tightening his grip on the steering wheel.

"I don't know why. It started as me and Rama just being friends, then ditching class, then smoking, then going out with guys, and somehow we ended up here. It's like she dragged me into this black hole, and I let her." I said.

"You're not the first person she did this to."

"So I've heard." I sighed.

"I can drop you off at your house, what's your address?" He said, changing the subject.

"I'm supposed to be at Rama's house right now, and she's not getting back for another two hours."

"I know the perfect place." He said.


20 minutes later, we arrived at the seaside. We got out, walking towards the water and sitting on the sand.


We talked, until I recieved a call from Rama, telling me to meet her at her house.


I reluctantly got up, brushing the sand off of me.


"Thank you so much Sultan, you're a life saver." I smiled as the car pulled up to Rama's house.

"Anytime. Whenever Rama drags you along to go hang out with Mohammed, we'll do this again, okay?" He said, flashing a grin to me.


And that's exactly what we did.



*Present Day



I snapped back to reality, the memory quickly fading.


"Wonderful." I said truthfully, a small grin growing on my face.

"I'm glad to hear that." He smiled.


We talked about the randomest things until we heard the door swing open, seeing Hussain walk in, his expression looking worried and upset. He ran to us, pulling out his phone.


"Sara, have you seen this?" tossing his phone at me.


I picked it up, my eyes widening in suprise as I saw the picture.


Somone had written something on my locker in what looked like red lipstick.


And the words weren't so nice.
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Chapter 27

Rama? Why on earth was she here? Once I think that I can finally get her out of my life, she comes back. I cannot believe this.


I quickly ran in the opposite direction, towards the staircase leading to the roof. I heard the bell ring, and contemplated going to class. What if Rama was there? I decided against it, and quickly ran up the dusty staircase, finding Sultan sitting on one of the chairs, smoking a cigarette.


Sultan is tall, and has light olive skin, curly black hair, and a muscular figure, making him look very....... unapproachable. But he has the brightest green eyes I've ever seen, which he gets from his French mother. He inherits her accent, and you can hear traces of it when he speaks English. He's super talkative, and always knows how to cheer someone up.


''Hey Sara.'' He mumbled, taking his last puff before putting it out in the ashtray.

''Hey.'' I said, sitting down on the couch.

''What brings you up here?'' He asked, reaching in his pocket to pull out another pack.

''Not in the mood for class. You?'' I sighed, leaning my head back on the leather material, feeling a small bead of sweat dripping down my neck, falling on my collar bone. I closed my eyes, seeing only a warm shade of red.

''Same.'' He sighed, and I heard a click of a lighter, followed by the familiar scent of the burning cigarette.


I opened my eyes and sat up, digging in my satchel bag for my phone. I pulled it out, seeing I had a new dm that I received only a few seconds ago.  I squinted at the screen, and opened twitter.


@HussainAlX: You in class?


I thought about my reply, then quickly typed, a small smile growing on my face.


@SaraAlX: Nope, I'm up on the roof with Sultan, you can join us if you want:p.


He replied back in seconds.


@HussainAlX: I'm in Arabic right now, I'll meet you guys there in 20 minutes :D.

@SaraAlX: See you soon :)


I slipped my phone back in my bag, turning to Sultan.


''So Sara? How have you been since, you know.'' He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, taking another drag, blowing the smoke out of his nose.


Sultan was one of Rama's boyfriend, Mohammed's, friends. He was with us before we went to 360, but he never came with us to CR. He wasn't like the rest of them, he didn't have a girl clinging to him at all times. Rama actually had the nerve to try and pair us together. We both declined, and we ended up becoming friends. While Rama and the rest of them weren't too busy making out with each other or smoking, he would say we were going to 'hang out', then sneak away with me, and drop me off at home.


He could tell that I was no where near comfortable with them doing 'that', and the feeling was mutual. Sometimes we actually would go hang out and talk. He was the type of person who you can tell everything to, knowing that they'll give you their honest opinion without judgement.


*Last Year


Rama, Zainab Maram, Layal, and I were all in a park somewhere in Salwa, late at night. I told my father that I was going to be sleeping over at Rama's tonight, having a sleep over with the girls.


Obviously that wasn't what was going to be happening.


Finally the weather gave me an excuse to wear something semi-decent. I was wearing jeans that were a bit too tight, high heeled boots, and a plain grey shirt under a white sweater. They, on the other hand, weren't so weather conscious.


We were all sitting down on a stone bench when Mohammed and his friends came towards us, a shy Sultan behind him. Me and Hussain weren't as close back then, so I never really had spoken to him.


They all sat down, Mohammed ordering Sultan to sit next to me. I we both glanced at each other, and he gave me a small smile.


Through out the night, they were all smoking, and, well, other things they weren't supposed to be doing.


Around 10:30, I gave in to Rama's bickering, lighting up my second cigarette of the night. I heard my phone buzz, and opened my twitter.


@SultanAlX is now following you. 



I looked up at him, and followed back.


Seconds later, I received a dm.


@SultanAlX: Why are you here?

@SaraAlX: I could ask you the same thing.

@SultanAlX: Do you even want to be here?

@SaraAlX: Not really. You?

@SultanAlX: Watching a bunch of people kiss and smoke? Not my idea of a Thursday night.

@SaraAlX: Well, I don't think they're going to stop anytime soon.

@SultanAlX: Want to get out of here?


I slowly nodded, feeling horrible sitting here. I took a slow drag of my cigarette, and put it out on the ground, stomping it out with the heel of my boot. I quietly stood up, clinging to my Chanel cross bag.


I heard Sultan get up, causing Mohammed to pull away from Rama and turn to us.


''Where are you two going?'' He smirked, lighting up a cigarette.

''Were gonna go get some Starbucks.'' Sultan quickly said, lightly pulling my arm towards his silver Mustang.

''Be at my house at 12:00.'' Rama said, turning back to Mohammed.


I followed Sultan to his car, getting in and quietly shutting the door behind me.


I put my seat belt on, not quite sure where we were going. Sultan pressed on the gas, causing the car to quickly speed out of the parking lot and on to the street. I was about to ask where we were going when Sultan turned his head towards  me to say something.


''Sara, why are you doing this?''

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Chapter 26

Hello:) This is the second day of marathons, so that means I am going to be posting only one chapter today. This is because the story is almost finished, only around 5 chapters, and I don't want it to end so quickly!

 I'm going to be doing another story after Wonderwall ends, and I wall start it after Ramadhan. Not going to say anything about it yet, just that it's going to be something you're all not expecting. I'm super excited to start doing the story, I am constantly thinking about it, and I can't want to start it! It will be 100% fiction.


Enjoy!

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As soon as the words left my lips, I pushed pass her, making my way to the G - class.


I found Yousef inside, staring out the tinted window.


''Hey.'' I said cautiously.

''Hi Sara.'' He replied, turning to face me.


He was about to say something when Fahad got into the car.


I sighed, leaning back in my seat, digesting everything that happened today.


When we got home, I went straight up to my room, not bothering to eat anything. I took off my uniform, sprawling it all over my room, and changed into green Free City sweatpants and a D&G white tank top.
I let my hair down, and crawled into bed with my iPod.


I listened to music for the rest of the day, until eventually I fell asleep.


I woke up, feeling well rested. Then I remembered everything that happened today.


That's why I love sleep. It's that only time where you can forget everything and just relax. No worries, no heart ache, no confusion, no pain, just sleep.


I rolled out of bed, walking downstairs. I went to the dining room, where I found Maria.


''Sara, Fahad and Aziz go out, chef make dinner for you and Amal, and Yousef go to room.'' She said, and walked out.


I sighed, sitting down alone, and ate my dinner.


I thought about Yousef. I knew we couldn't keep acting like this.


After I ate, I went upstairs and knocked on Yousef's door.


''Come in.'' I heard his groggy voice call out.


I slowly opened the door, seeing Yousef lying on the mahogany framed bed, in grey sweats and a white v neck tee shirt. He turned to me, his eyes widening in surprise.


''Hey.'' I slowly said, closing the door behind me.

''Hi.'' He said, sitting up to face me.

''Can we talk?''


He nodded, patting the empty space next to him. I walked over, turning to face him.


''Sara, I'm sorry. I know that I overreacted about Hussain and I know that it was wrong for me to say that.'' He quickly said.

''It's okay. I'm sorry if it upset you, I won't do the art project if you don't want me to.''

''No, you should do it. I know how happy it would make you.'' He smiled.

''Really?''

''Really.''

''Yousef, you know that I love you right? And no one could ever make me change my mind.'' I said, taking his hand in mine.

''I know, Sara. I love you too.''

''So are we okay now?'' I laughed.

''Yeah.'' He smiled.

I got up and gave him a nice, long hug, then went back to my room, falling into a deep, worry free sleep.


*

I left Social Studies class, glad that it was finally Thursday.


Things with Yousef were going amazingly, and me and Hussain were already working on the project. Once or twice a week, I would skip class with him, and go to the roof. Sometimes Hashem and Sultan would come along too. It was nice, just sitting and relaxing, not having to worry about anything.


I decided that today was going to be the day that I talked to Jana. I gave her 3 days to sweat. She stopped talking to Hussain, and she wouldn't dare to talk to me or any of our friends. I had told all of my friends, except Omar. I couldn't stand being the one to break his heart. It would kill me.


It was break, which meant Jana was probably in the lunch room, eating with this girl from her french class, Lujain. I walked up to their usual table, a fake smile plastered on my face.


''Hey Jana! Can we talk?'' I said sweetly.

''Um, sure.'' She gave Lujain a look, then followed me out of the lunch room.


As soon as we were out of sight, I gave her a cold look.


''Look, Jana. I know about your little conversations with Hussain. And I know exactly what you said. You are such a horrible person. What the hell are you doing? You are not the Jana I knew when we were in first grade. How could you do this? To me? To Omar?! You make me sick. Oh and I'm the bitch? Honey, take a good look at yourself.''


''Sara, back the fuck off. And yes, you are a bitch, just like Ghalia, Shoug, Lulu, and Amal. I've found better friends anyway.'' She said.


''Oh really? Well then, have a good life being a slut.'' I said simply, giving her a big fake smile, and walked away, leaving her speechless.


I sighed, going up the stairs to my locker. I was about to turn the corner when I saw someone I never expected to see.


Rama.

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