a heartwarming tale of unexpected love and redemption. The story of Arielle and Osama, once bitter enemies turned into inseparable lovers. Witness the transformation as Osama's heartache leads him to seek solace in a fake relationship with Arielle...
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Arielle Everheart
03/25/2024
7:20am - harlem, ny
"ARIELLE!" Yelled a voice, "ARIELLE EVERHEART, WAKE YOUR BUTT UP!"
I opened my eyes gently to see her mom standing in front of my bed, I rolls my eyes and pulled the covers over my head. "Ma, I don't wanna go to school" I say in a dramatic tone, "I'm sick" I mutter as i start fake coughing. Its my first day of being a sophomore and i really didn't wanna go. I was tried and i really didn't wanna go back to that shit hole.
"Quit the bullshit, you're going to school." My mom as she pulls the covers off me and puts the blankets onto the floor.
"I don't wanna go back to that jail" I whined as i got up on my two feet and headed to my dresser to pick out my outfit.
"Why?" my mom questions.
"Oh, It's just boring" I answer. Lie, I didn't want to go because of this boy in my school named David. why? because he is just a total bitch and complains about every single i do. Like for example, The way I dress.
I dress in more comfortable clothing, Unlike some of the girls in my school as they wear more girly clothing as I wear more baggy shirts and sweatpants. I only wear these clothes because it's school, all i am doing is trying to listen to my dumb ass teachers, eating and then going home, I'm not trying to impress any boy anymore.
I picked out my outfit which was just grey sweatpants, a black graphic tee and my pink crocs. I looked at my phone to see it was already 7:35. "shit" i said under my breath. I quickly did my edges and walked down stairs to hear the sound of my mom honking the horn for me to hurry up.
