#41 in Spiritual 2/3/17.
Religion. It's a big part of you. Some would say that religion is basically who you are.
All her life Amira has been told who she is. What she is.
A Muslim girl.
But the more she learns about her religion the more she r...
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We walked past the hotel, apparently Kate would definitely search for me there when she doesn't find me at the reception.
"Where will we go?"
"Lets sight see," Seid suggests and I nod.
Sounds good except this tiny little island doesn't have much to it, plus my shoes are killing me, I doubt I'll be able to walk around for long.
"Where will we go though?" I ask, "And how long do we have to walk?"
"I don't know, I'm not Google maps," He answers grouchily.
"You don't have to be so moody you know,"
"Moody?"
"Yeah moody," I snap back.
"I'm not moody, you're moody."
"Sure," I mutter under my breath and breathe a sigh of relief when I see a little park coming into my line of vision.
Parks have benches, benches are made to sit on.
"Where do you think you're going?" Seid asks from behind me as I run towards the park.
I ignore him and run faster. Once there, I take my shoes off and lean back into the bench. Sweet relief. I hope whoever invented heels stumbles and falls flat on their butt.
"So you think Kate will find us here?" I ask after a while, Seid has come to sit next to me on the bench, we both watch as kids in front of us play softball.
"Not likely,"
"Has she tried to like," I try to make my voice sound less nervous, "kill people?"
"Nobody really knows what her motives were, but she has seriously hurt people in the past,"
"Why's she like this?"
Seid opens his mouth to say something but then shuts it.
"How long has Zayn known her?" What if they've been going out for years? She does have a claim on him, come to think of it. I would want to murder whoever was supposedly engaged to someone I loved. That's wrong. Wait, why am I sympathizing with this girl?
"I'm not sure," Seid says through gritted teeth, "Long enough."
"I don't like it when you're like this," I tell him, looking at his profile as he stares straight ahead.
"Like what?"
"You know, all serious and snappy and annoying."
"How would you rather have me?"
"Happy," I answer. "Like the Seid that was dancing with me inside."
