I woke up at 5:00 to prepare my food and fa6oom’s and to
pray. It felt weird waking up not hearing my mom’s voice. I took a deep breath.
When I finished preparing the food and praying, I made breakfast and woke up
fa6oom, it was 6:15 A.M.
“yallla
fa6oom gomay sa3a 6 w rb3” I said.
“ok”
she whispered then got up with the sleepiest face on earth.
I went
to get dressed. I was kinda nervous going back to school. Before losing my
‘confidence’ I used to be the craziest person on earth. I was the troublemaker.
Now I’m too depressed to make a sound. I’ll try to go back to the old me I
guess. I wore navy blue skinny sweatpants with a baggy grey hoodie. Fa6oom wore
sweatpants and a black jacket. We ate breakfast and went down to the car. 15
minutes later we arrived to the school.
“oof
mali 5lg” I said.
“ya3ny
anal y 5lg… yaay 3azooz ma3ay awal 79a bat7arash fee” she said. We went to the
door.
People were staring. Mneera came.
“haw
dalool shmsawya shaklich cuuute” she said.
“hehe
fee leftover black eyeliner msawy 3ainy mka7ala”I said.
“kaaaak
“ she said.
We went
to “our” spot in the playground. The best
thing about school is when you have loads of friends and I do hahaha.
“dalool
a5eeran shfnach” faroo7 yelled.
“hehe” I
laughed. We hugged and a bunch of others jumpedand joined the hug.
“mashallah
3alaiha 7lwa mno hathii” I heard someone from behind me. I looked back bas no
one was there. Ymkn it wasn’t about me…
Halla ran towards us.. excited.
“banat
ambay..ambay fee a new guy in school walla 7ada 7lo!” she said.
We laughed.
“haw
maynoona?” fa6oom asked.
“walla
mn9ji ygoloon ma6rood mn his 2 old schools cuz he is a troublemaker way la oo mo mnazleena
sna la2ana obo ya36y money for our school or something like that 3shtaw” halla said.
“7mdla
wshkr …ooah ca 3azooz” I said. He came towards us.
“tawa
ma nawrat ilmadrsa” he said.
“bwijoodk”
I replied.
“w 7na
? mako ?” fa6oom said.
“intay
bas sktay ‘6almat ildnya” he said.
“chub
chub” fa6oom said ..punching his chest.
3azooz
laughed and looked at her. Ihya ma shafita bs the look he gave her wasn’t like
any other normal looks….omg I think 3azooz likes fa6oom. We headed to English class.
I saw the new kid…for once in halla’s life she was actually right that guy was
hot! I pretended that I didn’t see him. My
phone rang…SHIT. My friends coughed and yelled until I turned off my phone. I laughed
so hard. Gosh I have the best friends on earth. We entered English class and I sat
between 3azooz and fa6oom. The teacher started the lesson. 3azooz started
laughing…
“is
there something funny?” she asked.
“I think
7amood is farting” he sad. We all looked back.
“chatahb
kl 5ara ” 7amood said then laughed hard. 7amood is one of 3azooz’s friends.
“stop
farting mohamad” the teacher said.
Fa6oom laughed.
“is
there something else funny?” the teacher said.
“3azeez
is burping” she said then started laughing so hard.
“she’s
lying” 3azooz said.
I started laughing so hard everyone was out of control…
“what
are you doing stop laughing you jungle of monkeys …oh my god ..please take my
life I can’t handle this class and take aziz to hell” she yelled. 3azooz
continued laughing. We spent the whole class laughing. The bell rang and math
was next. Fa6oom has history and 3azooz was with me in math class so does the
new kid.
We sat down.
“ok who has an average of 9o and above in math?” the teacher
asked.
I had a 94 so I raised my hand. A couple of students raised
their hands too. I had normal grades in the other classes bas madry laish im
really good in math its weird. Ilmohim ..
“ok
dalal what is your grade?” she asked.
“ 94” I
said.
“ok you’ll
be tutoring yousef of everything we did from the beginning of the year and ill
give you credit that could take your average to a 98 ok ?” she said.
“ wait
who is yousef plus I missed math class for the past two weeks” I said.
She pointed at the new kid. I was shocked for a second. I looked
at him then smiled.
“its ok let aziz teach you ok” she said.
I nodded ok.
She continued teaching …I was figuring out what’s going to
happen next. The bell rang …break.
He came towards me……
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