𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇... a fifteen year old girl falls head over heels for a blast from the past.
𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐀 𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐃, hopelessly in love with a man who never bat an eye in her direction.
Or so... she thought?
...
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I concentrated on my mascara, being sure to get it absolutely perfect.
It was my first day of school, even though it was January. I had recently moved to Minnesota, all the way from Texas.
I mean, it's not all bad. I grew up about an hour away from here, meaning sometimes I get to see my home town friends.
Still. I miss my friends there, even though it's so much different.
It'll all set into place soon, at least that's what I kept telling myself.
My brother barged into my room, without knocking nonetheless. "You're going to be late for school, dad says if you're not ready within the next ten minutes he's leaving without you."
"You're just mad because I'm the favorite and he hates you." I rolled my eyes, now working on applying my lip liner.
"Don't wear that shit."
I paused, half turning to him. "Can you get out? I'll be ready soon." I pushed on his shoulders, he yanked my hand off.
"Don't touch me and trust me you look better without all of that shit you cake on—"
"Mama! Omar is bullying me again!" I shouted, his lips set into a sneer. "I'm fucking leaving, this is why I'm not the one driving you to school."
I slammed my door shut.
Fuck him.
—
"You do good things, not like last year. You know your grades were slipping." My dad, Hassan, warned. All while wagging his finger in the air, I swear if they don't get off of my ass. It's my first day.
"Yeah, yeah, bye." I got out, exhaling a final breath, I walked up to the doors.
They made me show them my school ID I had received this summer before showing me to the front office.
I got my schedule and went to my first class, which was... Jewelry and Craft design.
Seems just like a fancy way of saying art.
I read the numbers on my sheet, wondering where the fuck to go and how to get there.
SE239.
Where even is that?
I glanced over to my left, seeing a girl with long dark brown hair.
