It was a beautiful morning, i dressed up in my school uniform and i was off to school. As soon as i reached school, i went to our spot. Shamsa and Hamda were already there, i greeted them and we started talking. We had 15 minutes for the bell to ring, so we went to the bathroom to check how we look. Perfection is what we craved for. Shamsa was having a little trouble with her hair, so she remained in the bathroom for another 10 minutes. When she was done we walked to the school campus. The tall bald ex-soldier known as Mr. Rani already made people stand in the late line. "Layla, Shamsa, and Hamda yalla join the line" he yelled. We giggled and joined the line. We always ran away, but he would always catch us. We stood in the line and talked till we saw Nayef, Hamdan, and Khalaf walk towards the line. Khalaf walked in with his hair all messy, his Gucci black shoes, and a black Armani bag. Hamdan had his hair neatly brushed, a jump with every step while wearing his MBT shoes. He was carrying a Louis Vuitton bag and smoke was coming out of his mouth blurting a smile. Nayef was wearing black Tod's, with a black Gucci bag. They came to us and shook hands with all three of us. They asked us why we were late, and we asked them as well.
After some time, we got our late slips from Mr. Rani, and we went to class. Shamsa, Hamda, and I were in the same class, and Hamdan, Khalaf, and Nayef were in another class too. We walked in class, and went to our seats in the far end of the class. Shamsa sat next to me, and Hamda sat infront of us next to a girl called Sara. We had Chemistry first, and it was super boring. The teacher was one of the strictest in the whole school, we weren't allowed to talk or even breathe as she says. Time used to go so slow, like the world froze. All we were waiting for was Arabic class. After a long boring Chemistry class we had English. English was mainly a free class, the teacher would tell us the story of her life. She would also give us time to write our journals. In our journals we wrote everything we did in our daily life, everything in details. We took very good care of them, our future was all in the few pages we wrote. After English we had Math. We never attended Math class, the teacher himself used to tutor us at Shamsa's house. He never asked us why we never attended, and we would always get an 80+ in our tests and quizzes. We left the class after telling him we needed to use the bathroom. "Let's get some food!" Shamsa stated. "We have recess next, we'll eat then" i mentioned. "Come on, i'm hungry" She continued. "Okay, let's go" i stated. We went down the stairs to the canteen to get food. Shamsa ordered three cheese sandwiches and three strawberry/apple juices. We walked up the stairs and sat down in a hidden area behind our class and the staircase. Everyone ditched there, especially goum Khalaf and us.
We sat and ate on the floor, then talked about random things. Khalaf walked out of his class, and walked towards us. "Hala hala!" he said with a smile. We all said hi, and he kissed Shamsa on her forehead."How are you Habibti?" Khalaf questioned. "I'm good, you?" Shamsa replied. "I'm good as long as you're good" he said uttered with a big smile. "I'm going to get a sandwich and i'll come back, anyone wants anything?" he aslked. "No thanks" we all replied. He went down the stairs, skipping so many steps with his long legs. "I wonder where Hamdan is" i stated. "Ask Khaloof when he comes back" Shamsa commented. Moments later, Khalaf was back with a big bite in his mouth, and two sandwiches in his hand. He raised his eyebrows and sat on the floor with us. "Where are Hamdan and Nayef?" i asked. "They're both sleeping" he said while laughing. We all laughed with him and began to talk. His eyes were on Shamsa all the time, like no one mattered but her. When we fall in love we don't realize it. We just like that person, and eventually we start defending them, and get jealous if they talk to another person. We always want to be with them because they make our crappy loves worth living for a few hours a day. They take our pain away; make us laugh, make us mad, make us sad, embarrassed. But no matter what they make us feel, we are coming back for more. That's just how love is.
We had recess and it was a 40 minutes break for eating and talking. We sat on our bench and people came to us and talked to us. After recess, we had Arabic finally. The recess bell rang and we were off to Arabic to get our places at the back. The teacher and half the class were already in class, but ofcourse goum Khalaf were still not there. We sat in our seats in the last row, and waited for the three. The teacher started the class, and 10 minutes later Khalaf walked in with confidence saying "Hala Hala Hala!" at the top of his voice. Nayef and Hamdan both walked in after him with smiles on their face. They sat in the last row opposite us. The teacher started swearing at them and play fighting with them. She loved them so much, cause they flirted with her and always teased her. She hated when they gave the three of us attention, like she was jealous or something. Mrs. Mona started explaining a new lesson, and we were all daydreaming, and staring. Khalaf ripped out a paper from his book, wrote something on it, and made it into an airplane. He threw is to Shamsa, and she jumped from surprise. She looked at it and read "To the moon and back". She looked at Khalaf and smiled.
After some time, we got our late slips from Mr. Rani, and we went to class. Shamsa, Hamda, and I were in the same class, and Hamdan, Khalaf, and Nayef were in another class too. We walked in class, and went to our seats in the far end of the class. Shamsa sat next to me, and Hamda sat infront of us next to a girl called Sara. We had Chemistry first, and it was super boring. The teacher was one of the strictest in the whole school, we weren't allowed to talk or even breathe as she says. Time used to go so slow, like the world froze. All we were waiting for was Arabic class. After a long boring Chemistry class we had English. English was mainly a free class, the teacher would tell us the story of her life. She would also give us time to write our journals. In our journals we wrote everything we did in our daily life, everything in details. We took very good care of them, our future was all in the few pages we wrote. After English we had Math. We never attended Math class, the teacher himself used to tutor us at Shamsa's house. He never asked us why we never attended, and we would always get an 80+ in our tests and quizzes. We left the class after telling him we needed to use the bathroom. "Let's get some food!" Shamsa stated. "We have recess next, we'll eat then" i mentioned. "Come on, i'm hungry" She continued. "Okay, let's go" i stated. We went down the stairs to the canteen to get food. Shamsa ordered three cheese sandwiches and three strawberry/apple juices. We walked up the stairs and sat down in a hidden area behind our class and the staircase. Everyone ditched there, especially goum Khalaf and us.
We sat and ate on the floor, then talked about random things. Khalaf walked out of his class, and walked towards us. "Hala hala!" he said with a smile. We all said hi, and he kissed Shamsa on her forehead."How are you Habibti?" Khalaf questioned. "I'm good, you?" Shamsa replied. "I'm good as long as you're good" he said uttered with a big smile. "I'm going to get a sandwich and i'll come back, anyone wants anything?" he aslked. "No thanks" we all replied. He went down the stairs, skipping so many steps with his long legs. "I wonder where Hamdan is" i stated. "Ask Khaloof when he comes back" Shamsa commented. Moments later, Khalaf was back with a big bite in his mouth, and two sandwiches in his hand. He raised his eyebrows and sat on the floor with us. "Where are Hamdan and Nayef?" i asked. "They're both sleeping" he said while laughing. We all laughed with him and began to talk. His eyes were on Shamsa all the time, like no one mattered but her. When we fall in love we don't realize it. We just like that person, and eventually we start defending them, and get jealous if they talk to another person. We always want to be with them because they make our crappy loves worth living for a few hours a day. They take our pain away; make us laugh, make us mad, make us sad, embarrassed. But no matter what they make us feel, we are coming back for more. That's just how love is.
We had recess and it was a 40 minutes break for eating and talking. We sat on our bench and people came to us and talked to us. After recess, we had Arabic finally. The recess bell rang and we were off to Arabic to get our places at the back. The teacher and half the class were already in class, but ofcourse goum Khalaf were still not there. We sat in our seats in the last row, and waited for the three. The teacher started the class, and 10 minutes later Khalaf walked in with confidence saying "Hala Hala Hala!" at the top of his voice. Nayef and Hamdan both walked in after him with smiles on their face. They sat in the last row opposite us. The teacher started swearing at them and play fighting with them. She loved them so much, cause they flirted with her and always teased her. She hated when they gave the three of us attention, like she was jealous or something. Mrs. Mona started explaining a new lesson, and we were all daydreaming, and staring. Khalaf ripped out a paper from his book, wrote something on it, and made it into an airplane. He threw is to Shamsa, and she jumped from surprise. She looked at it and read "To the moon and back". She looked at Khalaf and smiled.
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