"5 minutes, no no 10." I said as my heavy eyelids drooped down.
"Dalal now finish 5 minutes you're going to be late!" Flora, the maid said as she opened the lights and got out of my room.
Sh.hal 7a8ara? I groaned as I got up and switched off the lights. I opened the curtains, inviting the blinding sunlight into my room. I struggled to keep my eyelids open.
Yalla Dalal it's okay, this is your first day as a senior, last year of school.
And with that, I was motivated to get dressed and ready for school. After kissing my parents' foreheads goodbye, I dragged myself to my brother's room and knocked the door impatiently.
"5alood, 5ala9t?" I asked him.
"Ee." He said.
I opened the door to find him tying his shoe laces and I held out my arm and placed it on his shoulders, wrapping it loosely around his neck while I lead him down to the living room and out the door.
"Martin, go my school first then 5aloodi school." I told the driver.
When I arrived to school I dragged myself to my classes and greeted everyone. Nouriya put her arm around my shoulder, "Can you believe this? A5ir sinna.."
"Ee Allah ysahel." I looked at her and she had a dreamy look on her face. "Haday balich, tara awal youm madrisa mashiftay shay latistansain wayid." I said.
"Uff typical Dalal, being such a realist." She said as we roamed the hallways trying to find the class.
Nouriya one of my closest friends, her jet-black hair trickled down her back, ending just underneath her shoulder blades. She was tall and skinny. Not scrawny skinny, but skinny with femininity. When you look at her, she has the fierce look, her cheekbones sharp, head help up high with confidence and slight cockiness. She had that sense of spontaneity that I adored very much. She had to repeat 7th grade and that's when I met her.
People say me and Nouriya are like one person. Dalal and Nouriya, Nouriya and Dalal. One person, and she's my other half.
I'm also tall and skinny, a bit taller than Nouriya. My auburn-y brown hair cascaded down my back like a waterfall. My olive skin tone glowed under the dazzling sunlight, my big hazel eyes and long lashes along with my dimples complimented my face.
When we got to class and picked our seats, I stared down at the blank paper infront of me.
"Now class, I want you to write a paragraph about yourself so I can get to know you better."
Said atleast one teacher at the first day of school.
Well, basically I'm a cat born in a human's body. I'm bitter- nature makes mistakes. I'm not a big fan of the human race nowadays. I'm an Aquarius. My bed and I have a unique bond that only a few will ever understand. I'm so freaking moody. I can and will get grouchy and cranky (but not really if left to my own devices). I need my space. I LOVE chocolate, and I don't appreciate being told what to do. My thoughts tend to fluctuate from one topic to another in a nanosecond. I'm a thinker, a dreamer, a blogger and the writer of a blog called Reckless Decisions.
But what I wrote down on the paper other than my name was:
"I love chocolate."
Nah, that's too short.
"I love chocolate A LOT." I underlined "A LOT" to emphasize it.
I got up and handed it in. I sighed when I sat back down in my seat. Today's going to be a long day.
After an expected long day at school, Me and Nouriya finally got into our car and we made ourselves comfortable as we headed to 5alood's school to pick him up.
"You know what?" Nouriya said.
"Hmm?" I answered her.
"I have a feeling this is going to be an exciting school year." She said with a smirk.
"Martin, go my school first then 5aloodi school." I told the driver.
When I arrived to school I dragged myself to my classes and greeted everyone. Nouriya put her arm around my shoulder, "Can you believe this? A5ir sinna.."
"Ee Allah ysahel." I looked at her and she had a dreamy look on her face. "Haday balich, tara awal youm madrisa mashiftay shay latistansain wayid." I said.
"Uff typical Dalal, being such a realist." She said as we roamed the hallways trying to find the class.
Nouriya one of my closest friends, her jet-black hair trickled down her back, ending just underneath her shoulder blades. She was tall and skinny. Not scrawny skinny, but skinny with femininity. When you look at her, she has the fierce look, her cheekbones sharp, head help up high with confidence and slight cockiness. She had that sense of spontaneity that I adored very much. She had to repeat 7th grade and that's when I met her.
People say me and Nouriya are like one person. Dalal and Nouriya, Nouriya and Dalal. One person, and she's my other half.
I'm also tall and skinny, a bit taller than Nouriya. My auburn-y brown hair cascaded down my back like a waterfall. My olive skin tone glowed under the dazzling sunlight, my big hazel eyes and long lashes along with my dimples complimented my face.
When we got to class and picked our seats, I stared down at the blank paper infront of me.
"Now class, I want you to write a paragraph about yourself so I can get to know you better."
Said atleast one teacher at the first day of school.
Well, basically I'm a cat born in a human's body. I'm bitter- nature makes mistakes. I'm not a big fan of the human race nowadays. I'm an Aquarius. My bed and I have a unique bond that only a few will ever understand. I'm so freaking moody. I can and will get grouchy and cranky (but not really if left to my own devices). I need my space. I LOVE chocolate, and I don't appreciate being told what to do. My thoughts tend to fluctuate from one topic to another in a nanosecond. I'm a thinker, a dreamer, a blogger and the writer of a blog called Reckless Decisions.
But what I wrote down on the paper other than my name was:
"I love chocolate."
Nah, that's too short.
"I love chocolate A LOT." I underlined "A LOT" to emphasize it.
I got up and handed it in. I sighed when I sat back down in my seat. Today's going to be a long day.
After an expected long day at school, Me and Nouriya finally got into our car and we made ourselves comfortable as we headed to 5alood's school to pick him up.
"You know what?" Nouriya said.
"Hmm?" I answered her.
"I have a feeling this is going to be an exciting school year." She said with a smirk.
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