Chapter seven

Here’s seven! I was suffering from severe writers block, but I’m over it. I love the feedback I’ve been getting lately. You guys are amazing! Enjoy my loves! J

Xoxo, the iBlogger

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I woke up the next morning with a huge headache. I tried to get out of bed, but my throbbing head forced me back down to my pillow. I couldn’t take the pain; it was as if someone was pounding their fist against all angles of my head.

“YUMAAAA!” I yelled out, causing another shot of pain to rush thru my skull.
She quickly ran in, sensing the urgency of my tone.

“Shfeech 7abeebty?” She asked. Her Burberry purse hung freely on her left shoulder, and I could smell her 3oud all the way from across the room. I flinched at the scent. I loved the 3oud, but migraines and strong odors don’t mix well together.
I could tell she was in a hurry to get somewhere, so I quickly got to the point and explained the pain that was rushing through my head. Mama gave me Panadol and before leaving the room she turned to me before saying goodbye and noticed me clicking away on my Blackberry.






“Try not to use your phone so much today, try to take a break. You’re probably just in need of relaxation.” She gave me a subtle smile and then gently closed the door on her way out of my room.

I decided to take my mother’s advice.
I put down my phone, and laid my head back. I napped the hours away.

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I woke up four hours later to the annoying buzzing of my phone. I forgot to put this thing on silent. My head was feeling somewhat better, el7amdella the pain was less severe.
For a second I forgot about what my mother had said, and I checked my phone. Three missed calls, five Bbm’s, and one direct message on Twitter.

I scrolled through the Bbm’s I hadn’t answered.






Fay Al-X: Ya 7mara wainich? Laish matrideen 3ala telephonich?????


NITM/Heba Al-X: You’ll never believe what my so called ‘brother’did. L Call me when you see this.


Farooha Al-X: 7beeebti shraych you come over bacher??


JGhalia Al-XJ: How was the party? You still haven’t told me!


Maryooom Al-X<3: PING ME PLZ!! SFTBC J





I would answer them all later, I wasn’t in the mood.


I lingered thru the missed calls then checked the DM.






My eyes widened when I noticed it was from Farris.

@Farrooos_ALX:
Halla Haya, shlonich? You probably found the sudden follow a little weird;p but just to let you know it wasn’t me who followed you!

My thumbs danced along the keyboard as I searched for the right thing to say.
What did he mean ‘it wasn’t him who followed me’?

Hey Farris! I’m great thanks for asking, what about you? Its fine, I didn’t find the follow that weird. I mean we ARE cousins, remember? Haha. Oh and, what do you mean you’re not the one who followed me? Who did?

I quickly pressed send and hoped for the best.

The pain in my skull came back for a moment, and I let out a little cry.

I suddenly remembered my mom’s advice. Wow, she was right. I’ve only been using this thing for a couple of minutes and already my head hurts again. It was probably because of all the confusion I had just suffered from, by reading Farris’s Direct Message. I locked my phone at once, and put it on the bedside table.

“Tfa’9aal!” I yelled out, once I heard that someone was knocking on my bedroom door.

Kamila walked in holding a tray. I spotted chicken noodle soup, orange juice, and plain yoghurt.
Ugh, sick people food.

“I don’t have a cold Kamila.” I explained. “It’s just a headache”
She looked kind of confused. So I told her to just leave the tray on the table. I didn’t mind eating sick people food this one time.

On her way out she quickly added, “Baba sayz that people will come in a little bit to see the house. So when he knock on your door, it iz because people iz with him.”
She then shut the door, and walked off.

I was kind of lonely. I felt bad for completely skipping all my friends today. Talking to them on the phone wouldn’t hurt, and my head was feeling a lot better now.
I was worried about Heba and her brother so I quickly dialed her number first.
Beeeeeeeeeeeep



Beeeeeeeeeeeeep



Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep

“Aloo?” Heba let out the words weakly and I could tell she had been crying.
“Shfeech Hebhooob?” I quickly asked.
Suddenly Heba broke down, and while crying she tried telling the story at the same time. I couldn’t understand anything. Her sobs blocked out all of her words.

“HEBA, shrayich you go wash your face and come over? You can tell me everything once you’re here. Yalla 7abeebti goumay.”

Heba agreed and shut the phone.
I was extremely worried about her, but I knew that her and her sixteen year old brother always had problems.
Next, I dialed Fay’s number and conferenced Ghalia into the call.

“Hiiii banaaat!” I exclaimed. I looked across my room and saw my soup. I walked over to it and I slowly slurped it down, spoonful by spoonful. It wasn’t half bad.

I talked to the girls about the party, and all about Farah and the rest of the girls I had caught up with that night. Both of them gasped when they heard Lujain was at the party, but I explained how she really didn’t seem that interested in even 5iz-ing me.

Once I heard knocks on my door, I told the girls I had to go because Heba was probably here. We said our goodbyes and I shut the phone. I was still drinking my soup when I yelled “COMEE IN!”

The door opened and suddenly my dad walked in gesturing to the people behind him to do the same.
Oh my god.
Shit.
I had completely forgotten about the people who were going to come over to check out the house. My bed was undone, I was in my pajamas, my hair was in a messed up bun, and I probably had chicken noodle soup on my face.
My dad looked at me like ‘um’ once he saw my room. Then once he noticed what I looked like, he gave me the straight up ‘wtf’ stare.

I tried to quickly wipe the soup off my face before the family came in, and I flung the hair tie off my head letting my hair down. I know I didn’t look good, but at least I didn’t look as revolting as before.
Two middle aged parents walked in with a little girl behind them.
I was kind of relieved to see that not so many people were going to see me in my ‘not so attractive’ hour. They investigated the room and their eyes roamed along all the walls and floors. Once they noticed me they gave me a slight smile, and I politely smiled back. At least they weren’t like my father who I tried to avoid because I knew he was probably still giving me the ‘wtf’ stare. I couldn’t blame him though, my pajamas had the Cookie Monster’s face all over them.

Because that’s just how I do B-).


Just as the family was leaving the middle aged mom stopped and turned to my dad.

“Bas digeega wildy yay il7een ohwa ba3ad byshouf el ‘3rfa.” She explained to my dad and my dad smiled and nodded.

Ugghhhhhhhh, why? What have I ever done wrong to deserve this? L
I was hoping her son was like two years old, so he wouldn’t really judge me. But just then she explained how he was parking the car and then coming, and I realized it was highly unlikely that he was two years old.

Her son walked in and I had my head down, trying to avoid awkward eye contact because for all I know, he could be as judgmental as my dad. -.-

“Ohhh halla Haya!” I heard a familiar deep voice.

I looked up to find the one person who I was hoping most it wouldn’t be.

Right in front of me.
With a huge grin on his face.
Stood Saleh.