Hi my name is Nabiha. I'm a 17 year old muslim women. I'm a middle class citizen.I have only 1 brother and only 1 parent, a father, my brother is always acting out and he"s 2 years younger than me.Oh and did I mention that I have cancer.I was diagnosed with lung cancer when I was 5 years old.My parents were struggling finding money for the treatments but some how a miracle happend and I survived,but after the nightmare was over my mother left and my brother still blames me.
Twelve years later I'm am a regular teenager but my father can't see me as a women but as daddy's little girl and I don't mind because I get whatever I want."NABIHA,WAKE UP! We are gonna be late for school"my brother shouted.I rushed out of bed,quickly brushed my teeth and started walking.As I was walking I see Idris smoking 4 blocks away from the school. Idris was the son of my nanny until she died.
Me: "What are you doing school is over there"
Idris: "I'm taking a sick day "
Me: "Your pathetic"
Idris: "Why don't you just go to school like a good little girl and leave me alone"
You know what stay here or go to school i don't care.It's your choice. I walked away and then I took one look at my watch and ran.I was in class and the teacher was taking attendance. "Idris Mohammed." There was no answer.I was walking back to where Idris was to check on him and I saw blood. Who's blood was it?
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Unspoken
RomanceYou can pretend like your not broken You can speak words that no one has spoken You could even be your own golden token Or you can just stay unspoken This story is all told in Nabiha's POV. It is also told in diary entries. ...
