Paper Planes

Chapter One: Paper Planes

Chapter One

"COME DOWNSTAIRS IDIOT!"

I groaned, I'm called loads and loads of different, things, like, idiot, batameez (basically, idiot), lazy, fatty, stupid, but never Aisha. It's like the name is cursed. I got out of bed, quickly clearing the history of google on my phone and hiking down the stairs to my almost certain death. 

"Yes mum?" I said, hoping she hadn't found out that I'd been listening to music, or that I had said shut up in a message, or that I had used all my mobile data up. She was in the living room, sipping her energy drink (coffee) and watching something outside. 

"Look new neighbors" she said calmly, watching the people outside carefully. I sighed in relief, I'm not going to die today. "I think they are Muslims as well, like us, look at that woman, she wearing headscarf" I rolled my eyes and looked out the window, my mum is a people watcher, and so is my dad and my Nanima (Grandma) and my other Nanima and my Nanabu (Grandfather). There was a woman, who was wearing a headscarf, a little girl and a guy about my age. 

"That's lovely mum, and they're not really neighbors, they live opposite us, so they are... opposite... bors" Wait so why aren't they called next to bors? I shrugged, just neighbors, then sauntered back up the stairs into my bedroom, instantly regretting the fact I cleared the history on google. 

I groaned, switching off my phone and just laying in bed and waiting to fall asleep, then five minutes later being called to go downstairs and lay the table for dinner. Which I don't mind, because I can pick on the amazing food my mum makes. I shut my eyes, hoping to dream of something happy like Jannah (Paradise) but no. All I dreamed off was seagull, seagulls throwing small rocks at the window, making irritating tapping sounds. I snapped my eyes open in annoyance and saw something had hit my window, and fallen to the ground. Angrily, I pulled the covers off me and opened the window with so much force the hinges almost snapped. 

Another plane hit me in the head, and I caught it before it fell. I looked up and saw our new neighbor laughing as he saw me look at him, I blushed, shut the window and curtains and jumped back into bed. I've never talked to a boy before, not even my cousin. Obviously, I've spoken to my brother and dad, but that's not the point. I'm not allowed to. And they are really annoying, in my school there's this guy who teases me because I'm shy and I don't talk to a lot of boys, unless I'm unfortunately paired with them. But that doesn't mean I don't want to get married in the future. 

Another tap on the window. 

I ignored it and stuffed a pillow in my face. 

Another tap.

And another. 

And another.

Don't get angry Aisha, it's just an annoying tapping sound, that is making you angry, it's nothing. And now I need the toilet, I'm weird like that, whenever I'm angry or stressed or thinking of something I shouldn't be thinking off, I get this sudden urge to pee. I growl into my pillow, and debate whether or not I should go pee. One of life's biggest struggles. I finally decide to go pee, but then my mum calls me downstairs to go lay the table. 

"Hey Lazy, I saw that woman again, she was outside doing something, so I went outside to pretend to so gardening, makes me look hard working you know" Mum giggled, which wasn't the giggle you'd think of when you think of the word giggle, "And she saw me and greeted me, so I greeted her, and we started to talk" here we go again... 

"And she say how about you come around tomorrow, so we get to know each other, like good neighbors, and I say yes" She smiled, "No we need forks not spoons" she said, changing her tone to the usual snappy tone, I swapped the the spoons for forks, and quickly went to taste the food in case it was poisonous. cough cough.

"Oi, fatty, stop eating!" My mum shouted, slapping my hand away, "It's almost dinner"

"Mum I'm not fat, I'm fluffy" I corrected

"What you talking about huh? You not fat or fluffy you very very skinny, and that is good, don't become fat like me" she ranted, "I still blame your Nanima for me being fat. All she did was feed me and feed me and feed me and feed me. Now I am so fat, so so so fat" she tutted, I snorted, and left the kitchen to go to the living room, to show everyone I actually existed. 

My dad was watching a documentary about birds on TV, my brother was playing with lego and my sister was still upstairs.

"Come here, watch this, you'll become very smart" My dad said, I shrugged and went over to watch the same documentary he watched everyday, and everyday I'd watch it too and I still know a lot about birds. Then my very loud brother ran towards me holding a lego um... thing, he held it like a gun and pretended to shoot me.

"Pretend to be dead!" he shouted. I grumbled and lay on the sofa "pretending to be dead". He shot again, "Ha ha my power ranger's gun is awesome!" he shouted, I laughed he hasn't even watched the proper power rangers movie, and he loves it. He's only ever watched one of the shows, I guess he knows it by his friends. 

Something dropped from the living room, which caught my attention, no one else noticed, so I got up and went to look what it was. My brother shouted at me to be dead again, but I ignored him. I looked down and saw more than ten paper planes lying on the ground, each was a different colour. I opened the window and took one to see if it said anything, but it didn't, they were just different coloured paper planes. 

One white. One black. One red. One orange. One yellow. One green. One blue. One purple and one pink. 

I looked up and saw the guy from earlier, watching me as I brought the paper planes inside. I blushed again and took the paper planes to my room, I putting them on my desk and sighing.

Why are people so confusing?

X

authors note

I just republished this, its weird. I read it through and there was so many mistakes lol. 

vote_comment_follow_share

-l e l l o