Chapter 4♡

"3a6eeni 5alachoof" 5athait talafoni min Daleela. madri shnu arid 3ala m7amad, kint ba7girra bas Leela and Jawan galoli arid 3alai, but madri shagool fa Daleela is going to tweet him back."yal7mara Leela inshallah ma arid 3alai agoola 'shtabi'" o 6ab3an Jawan ba6atha '6i7ik. hathi walla ti'67ak 3alla killishay 

"min9iji shagool, la la 5ala9 mabi arid"

"la Jouri yalla 3ad 3a6eeni your phone" 3a6aitha ya bas ma kint adri shbitsawee

"ka 5ala9"

"shsawaitay" both me and Daleela said

"I followed him back"

"shnu? wait a9lan uhwa sawali follow??"

"ee"

ma 9arat 7atan digeega chan he dms me, and again, all it said was 'hi'

"umbai hatha shfee bas hi, 3a6eeni 5al arid 3alai" Daleela 5mu6at iltalafone min eedi

"hey, la2 lat riders 3alai"

"too late" bas 7amdilla ma radat 3alai shay ifashil, kint 3abali bitzifa aw shay lool :'), bas 7amdilla kil illi she sent was 'hey'.

Bas M7amad ma rad 3alay. 

Is it wrong that I still miss his and want to be friends with him? 

*the next day*

me and Daleela gimna chithee 2:30pm, bas 5alaina Jawan gamat 3ala lsa3a 4 I think, yea she likes to sleep. alot. 

Bas 3adi li2ana it's the summer holiday, but it's going to end in less than a month :(

Okay, adri inna 7ail 6awalt 3alamaa I wrote this chapter, bas jad can 3indi wayid wajibat, o wayid quizzes and test, lol & I'm a very lazy person :p

if you're reading this, I love you! and please please tell me what you think 

ok byeee x

Chapter 3♡

Hi @Jouryal***** 

That was what he tweeted me, after four years all he says is 'Hi'. After all these sleepless nights he gave me making me wonder what was wrong with me, making me hate myself. That 'what was wrong with me' lead to many more things. It made me wonder about other things, because even one one word, can scar a person for life. It lead to me bullying myself. I bet if I didn't meet Leela and Jawan in the eight grade, and they didn't help me through everything, I wouldn't have just bullied myself mentally. 

"hey intay shfeech intay imtan7a"Jawan waved her hand in my face. 

"la walashay"

"imbal yalla 3indich 3 seconds intgooleenlina" 

"min9iji mafini-"

"3"

"Jawan m-"

"2"

"a9lan shbitsawee-"

"1, Leela yalla ta3alay tickle her with me"

"la2 yal 7ameer walla-aaa! haha wa5raw, bagool bagool" 

"ha ya3ni feech shay, yalla goolay"

"umm, Mohammed tweeted me"

"Shinu?! Shyabi hatha illi ma yisti7i 3alla wayha?!"said Daleela 

"Wait a9lan shlon liga your twitter?"

"madri walla,"

"inzain shgalich?" 

"hi" I said simply 

"hi?!"Jawan said a bit too loud

"hey shh, o ee, gal hi, ka choofow" rawaithum the tweet.

"bas hi" Daleela galat ashkara she's confused "a9lan shyabi hatha il7a8eer mu gal he hates you, walla lo ana I'm in your place chan sabaita sab. 9ij ma yisti7i 3ala wayha"

"la yimkin ti'3ayar, it's been four years," I don't know why I was sticking up for him, I guess, even though he left me, I still had hope in him.

"Way intay ba3ad lo I didn't know you 3adil chan gilt you have a crush on him" Daleela said, causing Jawan to laugh. My cheeks became bright red. "a9lan wai3, wait wane ra7 talafoni?!"

"hadday hadday, cahu ma3ay, I'm checking out his profile" galat Jawan chan trawi Daleela his icon "he's cute"said Leela "very cute but that doesn't make him any less of a jerk"

"3a6eeni 5alachoof" 

Ok so he looked different, not that different, that I couldn't recognize him, but damn, puberty did him good. & his header 7a6 9oora ohwa o a couple more guys that I guess were his friends. He grew tall, way taller than he used to be. I used to be taller than him, bas il7een he's probably 1'80 or something, and I'm just 1'56. 

"Umm, ee, I guess shwaya cute" I said, but actually he wasn't "shwaya cute", he was what you'd cal a hottie, bas nafs ma galat Leela, it doesn't make him any less of a jerk.

Chapter 2♡

"WHAT?! 7ILFAY?!!!" was Jawan's reactin when I told her and Leela about Mohammed.

But of course Daleela was like "is he hot?" 

"min9ijich intay" Jay galatlaha o 6ab3an ba6atha '6i7ik

"ba3ad shinu? ba3arif itha il9bay he's good looking, shsawait '3ala6" this time it was Leela.

"9a7, ha Joury?" Jawan nugded my elbow o ba3ad radat ti'67ak.

"Way intow ma minkum fayda 9ara7atan" I sighed 

"Eee I agree, but you love us" Leela hadat talafonha o yat lamatni, o ba3dain yat Jawan.

"Ya banat hidooni" I complained "magdar atnafas" they let go and Jay was fake pouting, "bas intay it7ibeena 9a7" 

"ee ee, inzain wa5ray shway 3alashan a5ith talafoni li2ana I heard a notification"

I opened twitter and guess who just followed and tweeted me. No, not Zayn Malik, chan-zayn (btw tara I'm so lame, that's me making a joke :') 

It was 7amood. No, wait Mohammed, 7amood is someone diffirent. He was the person that was there for me since I was three years old. He was there for me when I broke my arm. We were playing in the garden outside his house, when I broke it. Though I didn't know it was broken, obviously it was hurting me a lot. He actually carried me for a bit, but since I was taller than him and he was so skinny, you'd think he's break at any moment, I made him put me down. He was always there for me. Even when is get a paper cut, he'd race to go get me a band aid.

Mohammed is the guy that when he transferred schools in the eighth grade, he left me. Just like that. I tried to talk to call him, but every time I did, he'd let someone else answer the home phone and tell me he's not here. Fa ya3ni ashkara ma yabi ikalimni, musta7eel killa 6ali3. 

Oh yeah, and one time kint 6al3a ma3a 5alood (who was just 8 years old at the time), ubooy and umi. I saw Mohammed there. I ran over to him, but I still, clearly remember what he said. How couldn't I remember. These fourteen words scared me for years. Until this day I dont understand why he didn't want to be my friend. Why, weren't I good enough? What's wrong with me? Why did my only friend not like me? Why? Am I a bad person? This is what made me start crying myself to sleep since the age of 12. 

"Sorry, but I don't want to be your friend anymore. I hate you actually" these words are what made me, till this day? extremely self conscious.

Hi, so my twitter got unsuspended!! but it got suspende again in like an hour, I know wtf. Anyway, sawait a new twitter account, it's @fabsadandsassy.

I LOVE LOVE LOVE YOU GUYS. Please tell me what you think in the comments or in twitter, seriously when you guys tell me what you think about it, it makes my day. So don't forget to tell me what you think, pleeaase.

I hope you have a wonderful day.

Hugs, cookies and kisses, 

Joury :)

Chapter 1♡

Kint bil Avenues ma3a Daleela, Jawan & my little brother, 5alood. Ray7een binchoof film o nit3asha.

Daleela was my age, 15. Born on the 16th of February, making me older than her. Bas ana bas akbar minha ib shway since 3eedmiladi on the 20th of January.

What can I say about Daleela...? Lovable, check. Funny, check. Beautiful, Check. I just love her so much, she's my "sister from another mister" along with Jawan. 

Jawan akbar wa7da feena, li2ana ihya mawlooda bilsinna illi gablna, on the 3rd of October. O 6ab3an kil ma sawaina shay, thalatna laish i7na were younger than her. Kilshway she's like '7tarmow illi akbar minkum o yeebooli..etc' you get what I mean. But I love her endlessly.

Jawan and Daleela aka leela are seriously the best friends a girl could ask for. Those two girls are the only people outside my family that I truly trust.

Oh, speaking of family. Why don't I talk about 5alood *sigh* where do I start. That annoying little 12 year old will surely be the death of me, walla iyanini! O 6ab3an Umi, o Ubooy ma3zoomeen 3ala il3asha bas ma yaboon 5alood yig3ad bilbait broo7a li2ana Maria imsafra, ibtirja3 ba3ad 3 weeks. Fa kint lazim ayeeba wiyay.

Jawan, Leela & 5alid ra7ow il7amam. I didn't need to go, fa ana ri7t ashtiri the popcorn and other junk food for all of us. Can za7ma bas the line was moving kind of fast. I was zoned out until someone tapped my shoulder. I looked around to look at the guy who was standing behind me in line. The lights were dim, so I couldn't make out all the features in his face. But I could see a smile, and it was flirty.

He started talking but seriously everything he said came into one ear, and came out from the other.

Look, I know it's none of my business itha inta wa7id i'3azil banat, bas itha yaitli, o 7igartic o ashkara ma36eetic skip, mo ma3nata 7in akthar.

"Shismich yal 7ilwa" he asked. I giggled at that, pfft how-how- I don't know he was just so annoying!

He pulled a folded peice of paper from his pocket o can yabi ya36eeni the paper.

"Ana ismi Mohammed Al*****, text me aw shay" he winked. ugh, when is he going to get a clu-wait what?! Mohammed Al*****. La la Mohammed wayid nas isimhum chithee. I looked at him again, this time I squinted my eyed to make sure that it was him. It can't be him I thought to myself. But it was.

"Wait, wait inta 7amood?" I said, shocked. He raises his eyebrow in confusion. Bas ba3dain his whole facial expression changed, showing it all clicked.

"shit" he mutterd under his breath. I quickly left the line that seamed like I was waiting in for hours, even though it was probably only a couple minutes. I bee-lined my way to the Leela and 5alood once I spotted them.

"Wain Jay?"

"Lai7eenha bil7amam, o hey! wain il popcorn?!"5alood nafas, wai 3ad kilish mo wakta

"Leela,"I whispered,"ba3dain laman inrid ilbait agoolich intay o Jawan" both of them kanow binanamoon 3indi that day. I wanted to tell them ba3dain. Li2ana kint adri lo giltluhum il7een,  5alood ib yitsama3, o ra7 i3alim my parents. Bas itha dirrow inna fi nas i'3azlooni ana o Leela and Jawan, 5ala9 mafi 6al3at ibroo7na ba3ad. 

Hii! I hope you liked the first chapter :)

 

So my twitter for some reason got suspended, I sent a complaint to twitter and they said they'll probably reply in a couple of days *sigh* I don't know what I'm going to do. If they won't un-suspend it, then I guess I'll make a new twitter. If someone is actually reading this, then ill keep you updated on what I'm going to do on the next update/s.

ANYWAY, PRETTY PRETTY PRETTY PLEASE SEND ME FEEDBACK :)

btw the picture is what she was wearing. Bas tarra ilsilsila illi 3alaiha stars is an anklet mu bracelet  

ps I love you and I hope you have a fabulous day xx,

Joury

Prologue♡

"Mama? mabi, mabi, mabi! pweeese lat twoo7een" my 3 year old self pleaded, tears threatening to spill. She sighed, started to get annoyed. "Yalla 7abeebti 3alashani ok?" 

After 7 more minutes of her trying to reason with me, we sorted out an agreement. If I behaved, after i come back home and had lunch she would take me out for ice-cream. "Yala la titshai6inain, Joury, willa mafi ice-cream" she tickled my sides, causing me to giggle, showing off my toothy grin. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and left.

That day surprisingly went by pretty fast, my KG teacher MrsGreen was so sweet. I met a lot of kids, 'though only made one friend. I guess I just liked-I should probably say like, since that still hasn't changed- to keep to myself. His name was Mohammed, we were best friends up until the eighth grade. He then transferred schools and umm.. we stopped being friends I guess.

Hi! I'm new here so I'm still getting the hang of things. Please feel free to point out any misspelled words or wrong grammar or something. YOUR SUPPORT IS APPRECIATED. 

Tara the other posts ra7 ikoonoon a6wal ib waaaayid, bas this is short because its the prologue.

and and I love you :p