Habibi ;3

My scary suspicious teacher

Ow ow ow

My bones crack as I stretched my tired aching arms over my head.

This always happens!

Every single day I sleep in a weird uncomfortable position, then when I wake up from whatever crazy dream I had, I find myself in a more uncomfortable position than I was in before!

My weird unreal ways.

Looking at the clock next to me I look at the time, presented in a digital green font. It reads : 7:35

Ignoring my fast beating heart I quickly clamber out of my warm..comfortable bed.

Unlike other people I don't scream and shout and wake the house up saying that I'm late. And try blaming others.

Noo, I keep everything inside me, I mean it is my fault most of the time!

Also I sleep like a rock, especially in deep sleep...which is like most of the time?

No joke, I could sleep for hours on end and not care either.

..quickly brushing my teeth and washing my hair..no I mean my FACE, I put on some random clothes from my closet and head out my bedroom door doing my make up on the way to the kitchen.

..yes on my way. I'm so used to being late I automatically learnt how to get my eyeliner and mascara perfect whilst waking like a mad person.

I check the time again..it's nearly 8.

Late

Late

Late

Quickly, munching my chocolate shreddies, (yum) I shout salaam and bang my way out the front door.

Okay so wrongly put...I say salaam as I bang the door on my way out?

Much better.

It starts to spit down with rain. Light patters. Course it would! British weather..

As I speed down my street to the bus stop which is luckily only round the corner, I glance down to see what I was wearing.

Tan uggs, skinny blue jeans, a long white top with a dark tan sweater...hmm not bad for a blind fumble through the wardrobe.

Catching the bus JUST on time, I show the driver my bus pass and slim on one of the dreary bus seats.

Signing in relief to finally not worry about anything for a while and have sine peace and quiet, I get my iPod out and look at the rain splattered window, watching my journey to college.

Arriving on time to college, I wave at the bus driver and head off for a glorious day.

Okay so glorious day...and a rain splattered Britain? They just don't go in the same sentence.

But college life was GREAT..most of the time.

Okay so there were no parties, no hangovers to remember..painfully, loads of people you don't like, no stupid memories to keep HOWEVER I would rather follow my religion completely than do those stupid things and mistakes which will cost my life savings of rewards I've earned with my lord, God Allah.

I was seriously such a dumb teenager! No actually...I was a pretty normal teenager making dumb mistakes?

Well teenagers are dumb anyway...when dealing with problems.

I would know I made some really weird and bad mistakes a couple of years ago. That's why I'm so intent on keeping pure and responsible for my actions that involve my religion...Islam. I seriously don't care what people think, I love talking about my religion and just ignore what people criticise about it and the fact that women aren't treated well. Pssshtt...what would they know?