The story of my life

The beginning

Friday 2 October 2015.

"My name is Tazkiya. It's means special and unique. I'm a 16 year old girl living In busy busy world. I attend sunny high & this is "The story of my life." Well the new beginning of my life..."

As another long night begins it just has to start with seeing him. The boy who broke my heart, about a year 9 months ago.
I still have deep feelings for him, but he never really bothers about me which is kinda sad.

He is always around a girl I despise. She walks like a penguin and always speaks like she is out of breath. She is annoying and just the sight of her makes my blood boil.
Sadly I have to see her everyday, reason being we are in the same class.

She sits behind my Hamza and she  slobbers all over and for no apparent reason she slaps him playfully on the shoulder. When ever he goes up for a speech she'd drool all over. She is just plain evil!

But as the night began at The Grand hall there was a function and I unexpectedly see Hamza. I had walked pass him every single time and he didn't bother to greet...

When I return home I send him a message:

Me: yeah don't greet it's fine. :(

Hamza: I didn't see you. *Rotf*

Me: I walked past you so many times and you looked at me, every single time!

Hamza: maybe I did see you... But it's not right we were at a function...and it's weird

I wondered what was weird there was nothing to be weird about.

Me: it's not like we were doing anything wrong. To greet isn't a sin, and what's weird?

I wait in anticipation for a reply to my last message, but Hamza decides to leave me in anxiousness till the next morning.

At 10:32, to be exact, I receive a text from Hamza. A continuation from the previous night.

Hamza: you know....it's weird.

Me: what's weird I thought that we sorted everything out. I thought we left everything behind and we forgotten everything.

Hamza: I can't forget. It's not easy.

Me:  I know it's not easy but try. How do you think I feel?

Having this conversation with Hamza is  unusual and unrealistic. Because he never really speaks to me since after the breakup. To me the only thing weird was this conversation. Lost in thought and in deep confusion I receive another text:

Hamza: yeah but it's like it wasn't me that done that. I don't know why I done what I done. I don't want to forget what happened

Me: I don't want to forget either, but we need to if we want to move on.

Hamza: i just want to forget everything I can't deal with this.

With that he hit me with a bucket of confusion. Didn't he want to forget or did he? I text back in a confused state....

Me: just try and forget everything, it's in the past.

I receive a bunch of heart breaking texts from him but what could I do about it. He claims that he "pretended to love me." Yeah pretended to love me. His cold heartlessly claimed words hit me like a brick on the head.

Seeing him daily makes my heart melt to think that we once admitted our love for each other. And now all those words turned into shattered glass. I needed to know how he really felt about our past situation.... But how...??

"I could always ask one of the guys to find...but who" I say to myself
Maybe I should ask Essa. But than realize that its a bad idea to ask him.

Essa is a boy who is not really a trustworthy person. Definitely not someone to tell a secret. His got goldish hair and green eyes... But not really the handsome type. His one of my closest friends thou.

I decide of all the people I could possibly tell, but they aren't really people who get along with me or they not honest, and some of them crack under pressure & they would possibly spill the beans to Hamza.

Scanning my mental list over and over. I remember that I left the main person out...

Muhammed! How could I forget. I said with complete excitement.

Muhammed a tall, mysterious guy. The most flirtatious guy I know. I decide on my plan of action and wait anxiously for Monday morning.  

A/N: Hope you enjoyed the beginning of their future and I hope to bring u more intriguing stories.
-xoxo zaks