igor - - -
i have physio today :/ so so so not bothered but my mum is nagging me like "igorrrr aya come on habib" and also i really wanna go on holiday and track down shellfish!!!
i get into the car and stretch my bigass dislocated messed up leg across the seats and feel sad because i havent given nicola a lift home in so long and i love our drives ever so much
"MUM turn off this arabic music PLEASE for the love of god" i beg her for the fifth time at least this trip
"Nooo igor honey listen its lovely!!! By the way sweetie claudia is coming for a barbecue tomorrow, do you want to invite anyone?"
"Ehhh maybe" i mumble remembering what happened the last time people came over and thinking about all my leaked baby pics
when we get to the clinic i walk in dreading the fat greasy man rubbing his oily hands all over my legs as he does every week
but as i walk in a fat greasy man is not what i see
i see a beautiful woman, tall, slim, long shiny hair, perfect smile looking right at me
"hi there" she says "you must be igor"
my mum hits my arm to make me stop staring "oh uhhm yeah"
"nice to meet you, ill be your new physical therapist dr issa. shall we get started?"
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a great story
Novela Juvenila true recount of daily high school life as told from the perspective of some dumbass teens
