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I quickly turned around, my heart pounding in my chest.
Rama.
''Sara!'' She shrieked, causing chills to run down my spine.
Just then, the bell rang, indicating the end of the school day.
''You are going to regret the day you ever decided to mess with me, Sara. Trust me.'' She said with a cruel look on her face.
She turned and walked away, her hands still clenched in angry fists. I noticed that I was shaking, and Hashim took my bag and was slowly guiding me downstairs.
What else was she going to do to me?
*
When we arrived home, I was still lightheaded. Amal and Yousef, along with the rest of the school, knew about the fight, and kept giving me weird glances. I was pretty sure Fahad didn't know, because he didn't say anything and was acting normal. I went up to my room, changing into sweatpants, considering staying in my room for the rest of the day - or possibly for the rest of my life. I shook off the idea when Maria called me for lunch.
We all sat down to eat lunch, and Aziz was even home to join us.
Everything seemed normal.
Too normal.
I looked at Amal who was talking about math with Yousef, trying to act as if nothing was wrong, and failing horribly. Yousef had a stern look on his face, like he had a lot on his mind. I forced myself to indulge my mind into a long conversation with Aziz about work, and easily regurgitated a fake story about my day, the lies slipping off my tong.
We all finished, and I was about to rush up to my room. but Yousef gave me a cold look, as if he read my mind, and I stayed seated.
Me, Amal, and Yousef sat in the big living room, and Aziz and Fahad were going out.
''What happened?!'' Amal shrieked as soon as she heard the door close shut, breaking the silence.
I sighed, telling them what happened.
''You slapped her!?'' Amal said, a look of horror on her face.
''I was mad!'' I said defensively.
She ignored my reply, turning to Yousef, who still hadn't said a word yet. He had been silent the whole time.
''Just ignore her, Sara. She'll eventually leave you alone.'' Yousef finally spoke up, a tense look on his face.
I wish she did.
*One Month Later.
I tiredly threw my school bag by my desk, thankful for the light amount of homework I had this weekend. It was 5, And I had just got back from school, due to staying late, getting some extra help from my math teacher. I put my phone on the charger, glancing at the various BBM broadcasts. I opened up the chat with Yousef, reading a new message.
Yousef AlX: Don't take too long to get ready, okay? I'll be there at 6 :*
I chuckled, excitement rushing to my brain. Everyone was going to 360 to celebrate. Celebrate what exactly? Well, the painting me and Hussain did was displayed in school, and was offered to be placed in an art gallery in Kuwait. All 13 of us, Ghalia, Shoug, Omar, Lulu, Faris, Amal, Yousef, Hussain, Jassim, Ali, Turki, Sultan and Hashim, were going to dinner at B+F. Then, since we had the week off from school, we were all going to stay at my shalieh for the weekend. I was so happy that everyone was going to be together, having pure fun.
slipped off my uniform and took a freezing cold shower. I got out, changing into a crisp white flowing short sleeved shirt, tucking it into black high waisted jeans, and adding a skinny turquoise belt. I straightened my hair, tossing my hair to one side. I went to the bathroom, applying simple winged eyeliner and light pink lip gloss. I checked the time, 5:55. I went to my closet, placing my classic black Chanel shoulder bag over my shoulder, and putting on Yousef's necklace (for anyone whose confused, by Yousef's necklace I mean the necklace that Yousef gave me), slipping on nude flats, and spraying vanilla scented body spray over myself. My bags were already packed for the week, but I still looked around, hoping I didn't leave anything behind.
I stuffed my phone in my purse, along with my wallet and my lipgloss. I looked at myself in the mirror, awkwardly glancing at myself. I had lost weight this month, and it was starting to show. I'm not sure why I did, but soon after the Rama fight, I looked at myself in the mirror and felt weird. I stopped eating as much, and when I did, I only ate a little. Something about Rama's words shook me.
''You're Ugly.''
''You're Worthless.''
Why would she say that? Obviously she was trying to hurt me, but there would have to have been a motive behind her words. The only thing I have ever been even acutely uncomfortable about was my weight. I was at a normal weight, and I rarely ever though about it. Now that I was 10 pounds underweight, it was always on my mind. My collar bones stuck out even more now, and they were complemented by the scoop of the neckline on my shirt. I glanced at my legs, which now had a tiny gap between my two thighs. A spark of happiness grew inside me, and I turned around, rushing out of my room and down the hall, satisfied.
''AMAL!'' I yelled, knocking on her bedroom door. She opened the door, pulling me in her room and shutting the door behind her. Her room is painted an obnoxiously bright shade of hot pink, and she has the fluffiest white carpet I've ever seen.
''How do I look?'' She said, spinning around. She was wearing a Forever21 flowing light pink lace top and black jeans, along with light pink heels and a white over the shoulder bag.
''Are those my jeans?'' I asked, a look of mock horror on my face.
''Maybe!'' She said, and we both laughed, walking out of her room and downstairs, finding my dad sitting in the big living room, reading the newspaper.
''Hey Baba!'' I said, going up to him and kissing his forehead.
''Hi, where are you two going?'' He said, examining us.
'To celebrate the art project from school, remember?''
''Okay okay. You both look very nice. Have fun, and be home by 8'' He smiled, returning to his newspaper.
''3amo, everyone's going to the shalieh after that, remember? You're coming too!'' Amal said, and we were both shocked that he didn't remember. All of our parents were very good friends, so it wasn't really a big deal that everyone was coming. Their parents were even coming for lunch tomorrow.
''Ahh, yes, I forgot! I can't make it tonight, we'll all be there tomorrow morning.'' He said, turning the page of his newspaper, engrossed in the sports section.
I heard a honk outside, and sighed. We both said goodbye, walking out the door.
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Rama.
''Sara!'' She shrieked, causing chills to run down my spine.
Just then, the bell rang, indicating the end of the school day.
''You are going to regret the day you ever decided to mess with me, Sara. Trust me.'' She said with a cruel look on her face.
She turned and walked away, her hands still clenched in angry fists. I noticed that I was shaking, and Hashim took my bag and was slowly guiding me downstairs.
What else was she going to do to me?
*
When we arrived home, I was still lightheaded. Amal and Yousef, along with the rest of the school, knew about the fight, and kept giving me weird glances. I was pretty sure Fahad didn't know, because he didn't say anything and was acting normal. I went up to my room, changing into sweatpants, considering staying in my room for the rest of the day - or possibly for the rest of my life. I shook off the idea when Maria called me for lunch.
We all sat down to eat lunch, and Aziz was even home to join us.
Everything seemed normal.
Too normal.
I looked at Amal who was talking about math with Yousef, trying to act as if nothing was wrong, and failing horribly. Yousef had a stern look on his face, like he had a lot on his mind. I forced myself to indulge my mind into a long conversation with Aziz about work, and easily regurgitated a fake story about my day, the lies slipping off my tong.
We all finished, and I was about to rush up to my room. but Yousef gave me a cold look, as if he read my mind, and I stayed seated.
Me, Amal, and Yousef sat in the big living room, and Aziz and Fahad were going out.
''What happened?!'' Amal shrieked as soon as she heard the door close shut, breaking the silence.
I sighed, telling them what happened.
''You slapped her!?'' Amal said, a look of horror on her face.
''I was mad!'' I said defensively.
She ignored my reply, turning to Yousef, who still hadn't said a word yet. He had been silent the whole time.
''Just ignore her, Sara. She'll eventually leave you alone.'' Yousef finally spoke up, a tense look on his face.
I wish she did.
*One Month Later.
I tiredly threw my school bag by my desk, thankful for the light amount of homework I had this weekend. It was 5, And I had just got back from school, due to staying late, getting some extra help from my math teacher. I put my phone on the charger, glancing at the various BBM broadcasts. I opened up the chat with Yousef, reading a new message.
Yousef AlX: Don't take too long to get ready, okay? I'll be there at 6 :*
I chuckled, excitement rushing to my brain. Everyone was going to 360 to celebrate. Celebrate what exactly? Well, the painting me and Hussain did was displayed in school, and was offered to be placed in an art gallery in Kuwait. All 13 of us, Ghalia, Shoug, Omar, Lulu, Faris, Amal, Yousef, Hussain, Jassim, Ali, Turki, Sultan and Hashim, were going to dinner at B+F. Then, since we had the week off from school, we were all going to stay at my shalieh for the weekend. I was so happy that everyone was going to be together, having pure fun.
slipped off my uniform and took a freezing cold shower. I got out, changing into a crisp white flowing short sleeved shirt, tucking it into black high waisted jeans, and adding a skinny turquoise belt. I straightened my hair, tossing my hair to one side. I went to the bathroom, applying simple winged eyeliner and light pink lip gloss. I checked the time, 5:55. I went to my closet, placing my classic black Chanel shoulder bag over my shoulder, and putting on Yousef's necklace (for anyone whose confused, by Yousef's necklace I mean the necklace that Yousef gave me), slipping on nude flats, and spraying vanilla scented body spray over myself. My bags were already packed for the week, but I still looked around, hoping I didn't leave anything behind.
I stuffed my phone in my purse, along with my wallet and my lipgloss. I looked at myself in the mirror, awkwardly glancing at myself. I had lost weight this month, and it was starting to show. I'm not sure why I did, but soon after the Rama fight, I looked at myself in the mirror and felt weird. I stopped eating as much, and when I did, I only ate a little. Something about Rama's words shook me.
''You're Ugly.''
''You're Worthless.''
Why would she say that? Obviously she was trying to hurt me, but there would have to have been a motive behind her words. The only thing I have ever been even acutely uncomfortable about was my weight. I was at a normal weight, and I rarely ever though about it. Now that I was 10 pounds underweight, it was always on my mind. My collar bones stuck out even more now, and they were complemented by the scoop of the neckline on my shirt. I glanced at my legs, which now had a tiny gap between my two thighs. A spark of happiness grew inside me, and I turned around, rushing out of my room and down the hall, satisfied.
''AMAL!'' I yelled, knocking on her bedroom door. She opened the door, pulling me in her room and shutting the door behind her. Her room is painted an obnoxiously bright shade of hot pink, and she has the fluffiest white carpet I've ever seen.
''How do I look?'' She said, spinning around. She was wearing a Forever21 flowing light pink lace top and black jeans, along with light pink heels and a white over the shoulder bag.
''Are those my jeans?'' I asked, a look of mock horror on my face.
''Maybe!'' She said, and we both laughed, walking out of her room and downstairs, finding my dad sitting in the big living room, reading the newspaper.
''Hey Baba!'' I said, going up to him and kissing his forehead.
''Hi, where are you two going?'' He said, examining us.
'To celebrate the art project from school, remember?''
''Okay okay. You both look very nice. Have fun, and be home by 8'' He smiled, returning to his newspaper.
''3amo, everyone's going to the shalieh after that, remember? You're coming too!'' Amal said, and we were both shocked that he didn't remember. All of our parents were very good friends, so it wasn't really a big deal that everyone was coming. Their parents were even coming for lunch tomorrow.
''Ahh, yes, I forgot! I can't make it tonight, we'll all be there tomorrow morning.'' He said, turning the page of his newspaper, engrossed in the sports section.
I heard a honk outside, and sighed. We both said goodbye, walking out the door.
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