Fear - Chapter 1

* Lama

If the walls were continuously spinning and moving, I wouldn't notice because that's how I felt all the time.

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I entered my maths class, late.. As usual and sat in the front seat that was always saved for me by Mustafa. Mustafa was big, and for some reason.. I always heard and smelled a lot of farting when he was next to me, I just didn't want to assume so I ignored it and began bringing perfume with me to school.

Today though, I had fought with my ignorant mother on the way to school, yet again, she was too busy for her daughter, too busy to drive me to my school that was less than 3 minutes away from our giant mansion. My mother hates me, I thought to myself after hearing her tell me that I am nothing to her, also once again. My sisters hate me, as I began to think about the awful things I heard them say about me last night.

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Layan: She's so weird, mafee 2lha fayda eb hal beit..

Dalal: Mafrood ntbara mnha.

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Memories began to flood my brain, and my eyes began to burn at the salty tears that surrounded them, fighting to be set free, to flow as heavily as they wanted/needed. Before they could though, I heard one of Mustafa's farts, except they were loud today which caused the whole class, including my white-haired moody 60 year old maths teacher, Mr. Fagto to turn around and stare at Mustafa. I looked at Mustafa who had a face that was as red as a tomato's, or slightly ever redder. He was a guy and was always known to be the tough guy, but I could see his eyes becoming a little teary. A pang of heart-ache hit my chest in pity for him, so I took control of the action and stopped them all.

I turned around, stood up and began to giggle, I looked down and covered my face with my arms, trying to act embarrassed but instead I made a farting noise with my mouth, I re-opened my hands to find everyone staring at me now.

Lama: Sorry! I had a really big breakfast today and you know those gases, they just can't be held in! Mr. Fagto, may I be accused to use the toilet, I have some serious business to attend to in there!

I watched Mr. Fagto just nod in agreement then gain back posture and begin to write on the board again, telling everyone who was giggling to get back to work. I walked to the door, then turned to Mustafa and winked, informing him that it was okay and it was under control.

As I walked to the bathroom in my luxurious high-school, amused of what I had just done, I began to giggle again, happy that I was able to climb out of my bad mood, help another and help myself in the process.

 I closed my eyes, testing my luck and tried to find the bathroom without looking at where I was walking. I touched a door, and assumed that it was the bathroom, so I placed my hand on the door, feeling for a door-knob. When I finally found it, I twisted it and entered, with my eyes still closed, over-exaggerating my luck today.

A breeze of cold air hit my face and I felt a few strands of my hair fly a little, messing up my braid, but I wasn't one to care so I kept walking until I bumped into something..

I stopped with my eyes still closed, contemplating whether I should open my eyes or not. Instead though, I put my hands on what it was so feel and see if it was a sink or toilet or what. Oddly though, I began to feel sharp objects of some sort, when I came one thing that was rolling, I opened my eyes as quickly as I could after understanding where I was.

I opened my eyes to see a teacher in front of me, he was hot.. I hadn't seen him before for sure because I would've noticed him! He had his arms crossed, highlighting his broad shoulders that were held by the Light Blue Polo Shirt he was wearing so perfectly. The next thing I heard, was the pencil my finger had touched, it had fallen on the floor.. I bent down to pick it up, my face turning all shades of red as I tried to figure out a way out of this. I stayed on the floor for a minute with my head facing downwards when I noticed shoes.

Lots and lots of shoes.

Lots and lots and LOTS of shoes.

My eyeballs began to look up to find a classroom for at least 20 11th graders who we're giggling and eyeing me. I also caught the a pair of eyes that I knew so well.. Abdulaziz's. I began to rise a little, VERY SLOWLY, as I turned around to meet the professors eyes again, he seemed angry but amused with my actions.

Professor: Please.. Take your time, keep going.. There is a rubber on the floor over there too.

I could sense the rudeness and the sarcasm in his voice, which ticked me off because I was mad, then happy and he just ruined my happy and brought me back to mad. I sprung up once again and walked to the so called eraser he was speaking of, picked it up, then walked with the slowest pace I was capable of to him, handing him the eraser. He smirked at me, it was so sexy, GOD WHY DID HE HAVE TO BE THE ONE TO PISS ME OFF.

Professor: What's your name?

I boldly looked at him, trying to show some courage, and said:

Lama: Lama.. Sir.

He eyed me from top to bottom, then opened his mouth to speak again.

Professor: You think this is a game, Lama?

I smiled, and didn't say a thing, allowing him to continue his words.

Professor: How about you leave my class right now because you've already wasted 10 minutes of it, but come back right after it since it's your lunch time?

I smiled,

Lama: Gladly!

Then giggled, and walked out of the classroom.

I couldn't stop thinking about that teacher.. I knew there was SOMETHING there, I FELT it! But whatever was going on in my head stopped when I felt my phone vibrate in my skinny black jeans against my perfectly shaped thigh.

I walked back to my maths class while I grabbed my phone to check my BBM's, I had just received one from Abdulaziz.

Abdulaziz: Perhaps I should begin calling you the class-clown? Have fun on your date, I saw your face ya toma6a ;)

I smiled at the remark, then began to type:

Lama: I'm damn proud to be! And I will, thank-you ;)

I quickly slid it back into my pocket before I entered class, sat down and began finishing my work.

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I didn't realize it had been 30 minutes until the bell rang and we were off for an hour of lunch time.

Well.. I was off to my date!