2 " Where in the name of Hades is that donkey?"

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An hour and a bit later we got to a ... to a block ?! Yes, I already know that my father had 9 siblings, but don't expect me to think that they all lived in a fricking block, it's as much of a shock for me as it is for you (even if it was smaller than an usual one, just five floors). I thought they lived in a big house or something, but not this. It was made out of a sand colored rock, had big windows, nearly no garden and an olive tree next to the front gate. Homey.

We entered and went to the fourth floor, in one of the two apartments. It had old furniture, a few green couches, a table, two pictures hung on the wall and a big, old style tv, but most of the living room was empty. On the side was a door that led to a long dining table and a corridor with four other doors: a small kitchen, a little bathroom and two simple bedrooms.

Juana and I went to my and my brother's room and fell on the bed exhausted .

" Sooo, what do you want to do now, Fatima?" Juana asked after a few moments.

" I think I will unpack quickly and after that we'll see. Wanna help? "

"Why are you even asking? Sure!"

We started unpacking, but ... surprise, surprise! One of my bags was missing.

"AAMAAAR!" I yelled so loud, I think even the neighbors heard. Not even a second after, I went hunting for that idiot.

" WHERE IN THE NAME OF HADES IS THAT DONKEY?! " I yelled again, but now I think I even woke up the dead with my voice. I found him in the living room with everyone else. He was looking at me like he was going to piss himself anytime soon and I was looking at him like a lion looking at his prey. With fury I stormed over to him and yelled in his face.

"YOU DUMBASS, WHERE IS MY BAG?! IF YOU LEFT IT IN A MUDDY PUDDLE AT THE AIRPORT, PREY FOR YOUR LIFE WHEN YOU FEEL MY WRATH!" He was older than me, but ran as fast as lightning to find my bag.

I, on the other hand, calmed down and tried to drink water, but fate is not on my side.

" Dear, don't drink water, it is already time for the last day of Ramadan." one of my aunts said. So I went to my room and after an hour of waiting for the idiot, I finished my revenge plan and I also found a perfect nickname for Aamar, but he still hasn't come. A knock on my door woke me up from my daydream. Juana peeked her had in my room with a small smile, then came inside and set on my bed.

" You know, amto Buthaina asked if you wanted to sleep with her tonight, like when we were small." But she was trying to keep something to herself. I saw it on her face as clear as day.

" You are trying not to say something. What is it, Juju?"

" Nothing."

" Suuure... and I am the queen of Britain." sarcasm dripping from my voice.

" Can I sleep with you too? Pweety pweese?" she asked with a puppy face.

"Why are you even asking? Sure!" I quoted her. She laughed, hugged me tightly and went to prepare herself for sleep. I don't know why she even thought it would be a problem. I think there was more to it, but I will let it go for now. Let it goooo! Let it gooooo! Can't hold it back anymoreee! No? Nothing? Really?!

Now, someone else is knocking. Oh, God, make me have mercy on him if it is who I think it is. The devil himself entered the room with the bag.

" I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lose it in the cars." he said rubbing the back of his neck, while his deep blue eyes were apologetic.

" Don't worry about it, but I still am getting revenge, Aamar Ahmar ( ' ahmar' means donkey in Arabic) " I said smirking. He laughed a long time and said:

" I don't want it any other way. Game on." and he left the room. Great, the first day and I already made an enemy- sarcasm intended.

I put some pajamas on and went to my aunt's room in the second apartment on this floor. It was decorated old style, but looking very stylish. Plus, it was all blue, white, gold and dark wood.

I love blue. I think I will name something 'Blue'.

No, you are not going to name anything that way, conscience!

Why not?

Because I said so.

Hell, no, bitch! I'm the boss!

Oh no, you're not.

They were already waiting for me there. We got in the big, but uncomfortable bed and they started drifting to sleep with smiles on their faces, while my conscience and I were still battling.

I tell you, I won't let her win even if this starts Wold War III.

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