Damn, They're crazy!

1 "Holly fish! How many are they?!"

"Sweety, are you ready yet? We need to live for the airport soon." My mother asked from downstairs.

"Yeah, I'm coming in a few." I yelled from my room.

Let me introduce myself. Hi, my name is Fatima Asra Muayyed Soheyv Walid Fadem. I am a very tall 17 years old girl, with long, curly black hair, olive skin and black eyes that rarely change to brown. I also wear green and blue glasses and am quite nerdy, but no way am I shy, girly or quiet. Oh no, whoever thinks that is very wrong.

I am damn crazy and I won't shut up even if my life depended on that.

Currently, I am supposed to finish my packing, but hell I am far from it. We are going on a vacation at my father's massive family in Jordan, a country in Asia, near Turkey and Siria, if it helps you have an image of where it is located. We are going there a few days after my brother, Sammer, and I finished school.

Why? Because it is Ramadan time and my father wanted to celebrate it there.

You may ask me two things: What is Ramadan? and Shouldn't your brother be named 'Summer' instead of 'Sammer'? First, for a short answer, Ramadan is a period of 30 day when Muslim people fast since sunrise until sunset for a few religious reasons and second, no, it is quite a simple thing to understand my brother's name: my parents decided this should be his name, so it is.

Yep, I just read your mind with my awesome ninja skills.

Ok, I really need to stop talking, move my ass from the bed and hurry up.

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30 minutes later ...

"Finally ready!" I looked at the clock on my nightstand and my eyes fell out of their sockets. We need to live the house right now! The plane is leaving in ten minutes! Schnitzel!

"Why, oh WHY on earth aren't you in the car already? We are going to be late! Hurry! Out! NOW!" Yup, again my mother, but now screaming and looking really, really pissed. She could be quite scary sometimes, one of the times being now. I think, no, I'm sure I got that from her. Most people know not to piss me. Good for them.

Stop blabbering! Move, dumbo!

 Faster than lightning I was in the car and ready to go.

Once we got on the waaaayyy too long flight - yes, I'm surprised too - we got on the waaaay too long flight and everyone started doing different things.

My 11 year old brother was playing some stupid video game and my parents were talking.

How could they talk so much, I don't know, but I shouldn't complain, I do that most of the time.

I block everything in this crowdy plane. I put my headphones in and prepared one of my trusty books for later.

The sunset was casting warm shadows over the city wich was continuously getting smaller and smaller. And by being the artist that I am, I took a couple of photos.

Bye, home! Don't do anything interesting without me!

Five hours later we got there, went through airport security and went hunting for ower luggages. Lets just day that someone was mocking me and not putting my bag on the rolling thing-y until two hours later.

Off to a good start, I see.

Yeah, peachy.

We laft to the arrival part of the airport after. At least 20 persons were there waiting for us in the airport ...at three in the damn morning!

I wouldn't do that even for the president!

"Holly fish! How many are they?!" Pure shock and disbelief were written on my face.

"Woow!"My brother and I at the same time. How could there be so many people in one place at such a horrible hour?!

"Hello!"

"Hiii!"

"Heya!"

"Welcome!"

Greetings were shouted and hugs were given from everybody, including us, while the ones arround our group were looking at us like we were animals escaped from zoo.

I don't blame them, really.

I haven't seen them since I was five, but I remembered a bit about some of them. The one I remembered perfectly was amto Buthaina ('amto' means aunt and 'amo' means uncle in Arabic*). She didn't look much different from what I last saw. She is a lot shorter than me now, with olive skin, warm brown eyes and brown hair with lighter strands.

Most of our family has black hair, darker colored skin and the same eyes as mine, but there are a couple that have deep blue eyes, such as amo Thaer and a few of his kids, Juana and Aamar.

With big smiles on we went to the cars, but what can you expect other than four cars waiting for us like we were fucking ambassadors. Now that I think, it is quite funny actually.

Aamar pushed the trolley with our suitcases, but, like the idiot he is, he drops all of them in mud. There was a pin drop silence for a second, then I started laughing like a hyena and everybody joined. Poor Aamar blushed and picked them up and put in the cars without a word.

"What happened there, Aamar?" I wink his way, waiting to roast him, even if he is older than me. He was texting something on his phone. Stupid.

"Nothin'." If it was even posible he blushed even more. Smooth... not so.

"Anyone special you want to tell me about?" I continue wiggling my eyebrows.

"Shut up."

I droped the subject, but kept smirking. I just found my new life mission: to annoy the dumbass. Hehe.

In the end, we enterted the cars randomly and got ready for the long way home.

I don't think this is legal, but I loved it nonetheless. My aunt drove like Speedy Gonzales on the wavy and up and down going road all the way. She's a speed addicted just like me.

When the bumpyness and speed combined... my stomach dropped and my brain screamed with my heart.

I believe I can flyyyyyy! I believe I can touch the skyyyy! And I believe we won't dieeee! Not so soon at leaaast!