I understand I haven't posted for a while, but this story will be ending very soon due to my lack of motivation to write. I don't enjoy it, and so I won't purse it. I'm sorry guys.
I hope there's someone still reading though :p
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After a long ride to the school, we arrived to a luxurious building.
Except, every time I glanced at a girl, she didn't look so friendly. And suddenly, I felt surrounded by venomous snakes. It was time to put my guard up.
Very, very high.
I entered the school and was enrolled with a girl who look a little less snobbier than the other, but regardless still looked snobby. Her name was Bushra. I didn't even like her name, I thought!
Regardless of her snobby outlook, she seemed to try and make small talk with me. Asking me where I lived, where I came from, and why my parents had sent me here. I did a good job in lying about the reason my parents sent me, saying that education wasn't great in Qatar. Although it was a constantly developing country that really payed attention to their education, I couldn't afford to tell the truth.
After I cut the conversation short, not keen on making any friends with snobs. I packed my stuff up then slept on the hotel-like bed. It wasn't too comfortable though, because I was mentally clouded. Thinking of so many different things: my mom, abdulaziz, my dad.. everything in general. I even thought a little about abdullah.
I kind of smiled at the thought of that night in the club, it felt so good knowing that I didn't have any worries that day, in fact any day I decided to leave my usual personality and make the best of life and fun.
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The next thing I knew, a week had already passed. Finding my way around the school was kind of hard considering it was really large. I still found my way after a day or two though. As for the friends, a lot of girls were sucking up to me. Wanting to get my trust, I could see their evil looks, wanting to undress my disguise. They all saw through me, or maybe.. my insecurities were getting to me.
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A month passed.
Two.
Three.
Seven.
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Next thing I knew, I was back in Qatar. Having suffered 7 months in that school really scared me, although it did me well in keeping me focused in studies. I didn't give my attention to a single girl, unless paired with her for a project - by force. I usually tried to get into groups on my own, and kept away from everyone. Even the teachers. I just didn't feel the need to make friends in a place I wouldn't be staying too long.
Yes, I was planning to escape.
And now, I have my chance.
I'm in Qatar. And I can leave, I thought.
Except I was greeted by my mother..
--
It wasn't a normal greeting no. No no no. She was being sweet! At the airport.
--
Then we got home, and I ran up to my room to find it packed with candy.
But then I looked at the bed.. to find a little girl sitting down. She looked much younger than me, and just as snobby as the girls back in the academy.
I frowned then asked who she was.
She groaned, and asked me who I was. The audacity on this little girl..
I turned around, ignoring her, and left to ask my mom who she was. To find my father and another strange man next to my mother. My father gave me a slight nod, showing his disapproval and disappointment still. The man though, turned around and smiled widely at me.
The man: Ta3ali 3ami.. 7amdella 3al salama 7abeebty. Shu, a'3radik ma3aki? Hala2 baba bdo ya5dk ma3a 3l bait!
He extended his hand and we shook it.
I smiled back, and said: Ah 3ami el7amdella, although ana fakart 7anam hon. Um 3ami mmkn as2al, ana ba3rafak?
He laughed.
And then told me some very shocking news, to me.
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My mother had gotten married!
In the 7 damn months that I left? She got married!
Oh oh oh and he told me that girl in my room was his daughter from his ex-wife, who passed away.
I was even more surprised though when I came to ask myself how he had accepted such an uptight character of a wife like my mother.
Except then I realized.. outside the house, my mother was considered a goddess of attraction. She was also VERY adored by the men, due to her love for them.
That's where I clicked it, his burberry shirt, and his golden cufflinks - He was rich. And she devoured him for it.
Great..
--
I glanced upwards and nodded at my father, showing my want to move out of here - and quickly.
I hope there's someone still reading though :p
--
After a long ride to the school, we arrived to a luxurious building.
Except, every time I glanced at a girl, she didn't look so friendly. And suddenly, I felt surrounded by venomous snakes. It was time to put my guard up.
Very, very high.
I entered the school and was enrolled with a girl who look a little less snobbier than the other, but regardless still looked snobby. Her name was Bushra. I didn't even like her name, I thought!
Regardless of her snobby outlook, she seemed to try and make small talk with me. Asking me where I lived, where I came from, and why my parents had sent me here. I did a good job in lying about the reason my parents sent me, saying that education wasn't great in Qatar. Although it was a constantly developing country that really payed attention to their education, I couldn't afford to tell the truth.
After I cut the conversation short, not keen on making any friends with snobs. I packed my stuff up then slept on the hotel-like bed. It wasn't too comfortable though, because I was mentally clouded. Thinking of so many different things: my mom, abdulaziz, my dad.. everything in general. I even thought a little about abdullah.
I kind of smiled at the thought of that night in the club, it felt so good knowing that I didn't have any worries that day, in fact any day I decided to leave my usual personality and make the best of life and fun.
--
The next thing I knew, a week had already passed. Finding my way around the school was kind of hard considering it was really large. I still found my way after a day or two though. As for the friends, a lot of girls were sucking up to me. Wanting to get my trust, I could see their evil looks, wanting to undress my disguise. They all saw through me, or maybe.. my insecurities were getting to me.
--
A month passed.
Two.
Three.
Seven.
--
Next thing I knew, I was back in Qatar. Having suffered 7 months in that school really scared me, although it did me well in keeping me focused in studies. I didn't give my attention to a single girl, unless paired with her for a project - by force. I usually tried to get into groups on my own, and kept away from everyone. Even the teachers. I just didn't feel the need to make friends in a place I wouldn't be staying too long.
Yes, I was planning to escape.
And now, I have my chance.
I'm in Qatar. And I can leave, I thought.
Except I was greeted by my mother..
--
It wasn't a normal greeting no. No no no. She was being sweet! At the airport.
--
Then we got home, and I ran up to my room to find it packed with candy.
But then I looked at the bed.. to find a little girl sitting down. She looked much younger than me, and just as snobby as the girls back in the academy.
I frowned then asked who she was.
She groaned, and asked me who I was. The audacity on this little girl..
I turned around, ignoring her, and left to ask my mom who she was. To find my father and another strange man next to my mother. My father gave me a slight nod, showing his disapproval and disappointment still. The man though, turned around and smiled widely at me.
The man: Ta3ali 3ami.. 7amdella 3al salama 7abeebty. Shu, a'3radik ma3aki? Hala2 baba bdo ya5dk ma3a 3l bait!
He extended his hand and we shook it.
I smiled back, and said: Ah 3ami el7amdella, although ana fakart 7anam hon. Um 3ami mmkn as2al, ana ba3rafak?
He laughed.
And then told me some very shocking news, to me.
--
My mother had gotten married!
In the 7 damn months that I left? She got married!
Oh oh oh and he told me that girl in my room was his daughter from his ex-wife, who passed away.
I was even more surprised though when I came to ask myself how he had accepted such an uptight character of a wife like my mother.
Except then I realized.. outside the house, my mother was considered a goddess of attraction. She was also VERY adored by the men, due to her love for them.
That's where I clicked it, his burberry shirt, and his golden cufflinks - He was rich. And she devoured him for it.
Great..
--
I glanced upwards and nodded at my father, showing my want to move out of here - and quickly.
I'd like to tell you that there are people who read! It's that sometimes readers don't have the audacity to comment, or because they have nothing to say from how amazing a chapter can be :p
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