Chapter two

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“PING!!!”
“PING!!!”

I groaned. It’s a Friday, I’m supposed to sleep in. I grabbed my phone and checked my bbm’s.

Heba Al-X:  9aba7oooo

Heba Al-X: Are you up?

Heba Al-X: Ifff yalla Hayoona! :|

Heba Al-X: Itgoomeen wala agoumich?

Heba Al-X: PING!!!

Heba Al-X: PING!!!

Heba Al-X: PING!!!

These pings continued for another two minutes.

Hayoon Al-X: 5ala9tay? :)

Heba Al-X: Hallaaa bil zain kellaaaa;*

Hayoon Al-X: Chub. I was planning on sleeping in today </3

Heba Al-X: Basich noom! Goumay abee a6la3 :D

Hayoon Al-X: I’ll take a shower then call you.

I locked my phone, and took a steaming hot shower, just what I needed.
I got up and headed for my closet. I picked out my plain baby blue jeggings and paired them with a plain white tank, and a jean vest. Retro. I dried my hair and applied mascara. I was good to go.

I called Heba and we decided to go to The Chocolate Bar, Avenues for breakfast. Heba also told me that she invited the rest of the girls, but the only one who could come was Fay, the rest of them were sleeping in. 7a’9hom :’(

“Bzzzzzt” “Bzzzzzt”

“Aloo?”

“Halla Haya, wainich?” It was my dad.

“Halla yuba, bil bait. Il7een ba6la3 ma3a Heba.”

“Inzain latenseen itgooleen 7ag umich”

“Inshalla”

“Yalla, take care 7abeebty, bye-bye.”

I love my dad, he was practically my best friend. He trusted me the most out of my two sisters, Mariam and Lulu. Mariam was nineteen, and she was supposed to be in college by now, but she had to repeat her senior year.

Lulu was thirteen and she was in eighth grade, she’s actually had more experience when it comes to boys then I’ve had. That’s not sad all. I hope you sensed my sarcasm.

Back to my dad, he trusts me because he knows that I would never do anything to shatter the trust he has for me, I don’t date, and I don’t add guys on bbm, the only male on my list is him. 8D

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Chocolate bar was pretty empty, maybe because of the fact that it was only 9 in the morning -.-

 Once we were seated, I heard little coughs right behind me. I turned around to find Shaikha, and her two Barbie dolls; Deema and Sara.
These girls hated me for no reason.

When Mariam  [eldest sister] was in ninth grade her and Shaikha were best friends, things happened between them and they ended up hating each other.
Apparently Mariam spread rumors about Shaikha, and Shaikha told everyone Mariam’s secrets.
Great best friends, huh?

Anyways, last year they actually faced each other and ended up physically fighting. It was really intense, like the principle actually had to come and unknot them from each other.
I guess Shaikha just thinks of me as a smaller version of Mariam, so she despises me.

Right when we made eye contact she spat out the words like it was no big deal.
“Shtabee Hathee?” “Wai3”

I ignored her, I wasn’t going down to their level.
“3adi agoolaha shay?” Fay asked
“La Fayo, we’re not that immature.”

Me and the girls ended up having a great time, accompanied by some death glares every now and then from Deema and her Barbie dolls.
Fay had to leave early because she had a spa appointment, so me and Heba ordered fondue and talked for another half hour.

As we were leaving, I remembered that I left my phone on the table.
“Abbay! Hebhoob, ne6ray digeega nesait telephony 3and el ma63am.”
I ran back to find Shaikha with my phone.

“Kint ba36eech ya gabl ma a7d ybooga.” She said
Wow, was she trying to turn a new leaf or something?
A second ago I was like her biggest enemy -.-
“Mashkoora” I said, still trying to process the fact that Shaikha had actually done something nice for me

As I walked back to the car I received a bbm from my dad.

Hamad Al-X- Shal kalam Haya? Shfeech yanatay?

I didn’t understand what he meant, until I scrolled up the chat and saw a broadcast  that I definitely didn’t send out.