flight•j.johnson [COMPLETED]

|chapter five|

       'where are you from?'
     'i'm from turkey.'
     'ok. i'm from nebraska, omaha as you know.' he said with a smile. she was so used to people judge her when they heard that she was from turkey. another reason was that the most of the country was muslim. like she was.
     he knew all of that. it wasn't something he cared.
     all her life she was taught to be proud of being turkish. what broke her confidence in everywhere that she was judged and blamed to be a terrorist. (this is like a quick rant i'm sorry if you didn't want to read it. it's just really getting on my last nerve lately)
    'i'm sorry if this is getting personal but,' he started unsure and stopped for a moment.
   'why are you living with your mum?'
      this question was regular for her. since she was a little girl, she heard this question. for years it has been uneasy for her to talk about this.
    'my mum and dad are divorced. and i'm not living only with my mum. I live with my cat too!' she said trying to brighten up the mood. her attempt failed as jack mentally face palmed.
'i'm sorry.' jack's reply was quick and in a quiet tone, wishing he never asked that. he knew it was too personal.
    'nothing to be sorry for.' she said with a laugh. he looked at her confused.
   'they divorced when I was two? i don't know exactly. but by now i'm used to it.' his stares continued as thousands of thoughts ran trough his mind. he met people who's parents were divorced, they weren't like, her. she was cool about it.
     'when did you started playing piano?' he asked to break the awkward silence.
     'when i was six. some of my "friends" were going to an after-school lesson. back then, i thought they were so cool. my six year old self thought if i went to the piano lessons I would be cool too.'
'did you become cool?' jack said jokingly. she laughed and shook her head.
'no, instead of that i took special lessons and learned the classics. they all left the lesson after that. '
'so you ended up living playing the piano, as they ended up hating it.'
'and they ended up staying cool while all i did on the break times turned into going to the music room to play the piano.'
'didn't you hang out with your friends?'
'i sometimes did. i either played the piano in the music room, read a book or hung out with the boys.'
'boys?'
'they're more fun. girls just talk or gossip. sometimes they dance. it was ok until high school. then they started dancing more-'
she paused for a second to find the right word.
'sexual?' he finished for her. she nodded slowly.
     'i couldn't bare them anymore!' she said opening her eyes wide with her arms on the sides. he laughed at the image making her smile.
'so what's your favorite book?"
'i don't have one, but if i had to just go on with one till the end of my life it would be be either one of the harry potter books or sapiens.'
     harry potter, a worldwide known series, captured her attention when she was small, and even today, her interest hasn't disappeared.
     sapiens, on the other hand talked about the human history. it discussed the wrong ideas we had about past. it took all the theories by a acceptable language, not bashing other opinions.
     as questions went by, they got to know each other better. her mind was still 'fucked' as people said. how could he be this sweet to a fan? he was famous he could've never talked to her. what if he didn't want to talk to her? what if he was annoyed?
little did she know, he wasn't.
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what do you think of this book? i like it personally. so yeah i, myself am a muslim if you're going to judge me please stop reading this book.
  until next time :)