#41 in Spiritual 2/3/17.
Religion. It's a big part of you. Some would say that religion is basically who you are.
All her life Amira has been told who she is. What she is.
A Muslim girl.
But the more she learns about her religion the more she r...
I'm horrible I know, I'm coming back to this story more than a year later, talk about a bad updater. I've edited a lot of it mainly because I couldn't remember what exactly happened so far and I'm going to be continuing and ending Amira and Seid's story because I feel like I owe it to them. If you're an old reader, thanks for coming back. And if you're a new reader, welcome. I promise I won't forget about this story again and I absolutely will not leave it unfinished. At this point I think we're in the middle of the story and the year gap was a twisted long intervention. Without further ado; here's chapter 25 the beginning of the end.
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"Penny for your thoughts?"
"What?"
"What're you thinking?"
We've been driving for more than two hours now in comfortable silence. I fell asleep for an hour whilst Seid drove, we're not talking about 'Arden' anymore. We're not talking at all, and it feels right to be quiet for a change.
"I'm not thinking about anything in particular."
"Still,"
"I'm serious, I'm not thinking at all." Why'd he have to go and ruin the silence?
"I know you Amy," He takes his eyes off the road for a second to look at me, "You're always thinking."
True.
"You actually don't know me at all," I tell him curtly.
"Oh yeah?" he asks.
"Yeah," I answer.
"Your favorite color is maroon,"
"Everybody knows that," I scoff.
"You don't like sugar in your tea," he continues.
"We live together, of course you know that," I roll my eyes, we live together. I know how much milk he takes in his coffee.
"The word Syndrome makes you uncomfortable, you like to read before bed, you're terrified of amphibians, you want to change lives, your left eye twitches when you're angry, and you say 'um' too many times when you lie."
"Um, excuse me I do not,"
"See," he smirks.
"Screw you."
"Like it or not, I do know you."
"These are just minor things, all my friends know all this stuff."
"So am I your friend?" he smiles.
"Well, duh?" If we're not friends then what are we?
"No way," Seid exclaims in a fake voice. "I get to be friends with the great Amira Ahmed, how ever did I get so lucky?"
