PREVIOUSLY:
Rou6’a jumps in front of him , and starts a conversation with him , which made her sound like a 3agla , which she is not. I was so pissed at her. I never told her that I liked him , bs she probably knew so , bs either way she went for it. Ouch? I was about to punch her in the face , she was so charming and lovely with him whish she is NOT I repeat.
*rou6’a comes back to me*
Me:”n3am?” *walks away*
Rou6’a: what ze?!
Rou6’a runs after me:
“LA6UUF T3ALYYY HNEEEEEE!” she seriously yelled , chanh 7aramy wraha or something , I was embarrassed so sert 3ndha , mb 3shan jmaal shefat’ha , 3shan ma aftshl w chee.
“Haaa? Na3am? 5air? Shu tbain?” I replied.
“kaam soo2aaal shwyh shwyh ahhahaha”
“mb mtfyjtlch rou6’o yalla the bell will ring..”
“5aywalee, now tell me? Shu feech mn the second day 6’rayb?”
“walshayy , bs che faj2a 39abt”
“hal 7rkat matmshee 3lyh , goolyy”
So I hug her , I think she understood inh I don’t wanna tell her. Im not the open up kinda person , that’s what diaries are for.
So as the day exceeds, w it was the last class we had for the day , I was writing in my diary lenh the class was so very boring we were studying Stephan king’s AWFUL books. As I also needed someone to open up to , which was my lovely diary.
“dear diary , this FUCKED up rou6’a I can’t take no more of.. she knows w she acts like UGHH, shall I punch her in the face??! God I wish I can take her back to RAK , ufff , what kind of friend is she?!”
Knt mnamjeh when I was writing and suddenly I feel this HUGE hand on my book… I look up and its Mr.Mike our English teacher. Oh crap.
“What is this lateefa??”
“nothing sir”
“so you wouldn’t mind if I read it out loud right?”
“NOOO! NOO!”
He reads it out loud , and I look at rou6’a behind me , chft kaif her face changed from a huge smile , to a fake one. She acted as if she was fine. But trust me , she wasn’t. I didn’t mean what I wrote. It was too harsh….
As the bell rang she walked slowly , and left. I had nothing to say to her. What I did was horrible … the whole class heard it. Thank god I didn’t write anything about saif b3d. ugh , 7ta el diary I can’t trust it?!
I go back home , and text rou6’a a “Hii” , she replies with a “heyyyyyyy<3”. Shocking? Not really. She acts as if wla chaneh shay if she is really really upset. i sank too low this time.
This is an emergency , I have to. . I will …… ughhh talk to my …. M..o..m ughhhhh! I never thought I’d ever think of that a9ln…
“MAAAAAAAAMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”
“3yunha?”
“t3aly law sm7tyy!”
“inzain 3gb shwyh”
“MAAMAA PLEAASEE!”
“bsmellah ! shu mstwyyy?!”
*comes up to my room*
“Ha l6eefh? Shu?”
“mama shu yswuun itha 3’l6aw f 7g 7aad. W hal 7ad eswee 3mra wla chaneh fe shay”
“rou6’a?”
“7ad.”
“inzain inty ft7ee el salfh w rmseehaa w akeed btr6’a , inty m7d egolch la2”
“hehe *blushes* thanks umyy” *hugs*
I felt better. Much better. A7sn 3n my stupid diary. I’ll talk to her youm akuun ready. I will , fl wagt el mnasb.
Days pass by , w I still didn’t talk to her. It was a Thursday morning. So it’s the last chance to talk to her before the weekend.
I tried. I swear I did. I couldn’t. I felt like a .. .namlh. I felt so small.
WHAT ROU6’A WAS THINKING :
Mb nawyh tee 3ndee mthlan? A sorry would be fine. I understand….god she is wayed mtkabraaa. Law I went to the new school a7snly 9edgh baba. Uff. I still didn’t know what I did to her .. bs I don’t care anymore I’m never gonna be friends with a mtwajh like her. Psshht.
I go back home with this huge burden , that I didn’t do anything about it. Nothing new. Typical me. Typical stupid me.
Later , I was waiting for 7e9a to drop off 3essa and 3bdallah , 3gb I notice inh , she came ALONE. Without them now 9edg shu bsaweee? Can life get any worse?
“La6uuf 7abeebtyyyyy sh7alich?”
“el7mdellaaahh , wain 3bady w 3awas?!”
“shu tbaibhm , mb tarseh 3ainch?!”
“la la atma95ar, bs wainhm?”
“3nd um ryale 7mdan.”
“uf”
“lat6’yjain , elyoum f 5a6ry a6l3 wyach like gbl”
“okay” *fake smile*
I went and got ready. And I got on the car , w she takes me to The Dubai Mall. I was sooooooooo not in the mood for her e9ra7a…
Let me tell you what happened when I was at school … mom called 7e9a and told her inh I was upset all week , w she should cheer me up.. well trust me she won’t.
Awal shy wadatnee NStyle ..
“mb mtfyjh aswe my nails…”
“btsween w 3’a9bn 3anch”
“inty w mom nafs el shay!”
“mb 3ybnch??”
“maglna shay”
So I choose this green-bluish color , and I blast music on….
And then ……………………………………
A xx
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