There is a boy whom I met through a group project. He isn't my type and don't let your brain go anywhere else. I detested him without knowing him. He shows up in the group and helps and that was it but as time flew by he started not to come at alll and he wouldn't do the assigned project so it's like my group and I would do all the assignments and he would take credits for it. We all blamed him. When he would come in class lateee!!! We wouldn't say even hi to him. One day he sends me a message and it was a long one and it was about death
I ignored it
I just read the first word and left the message by itself
That much I ignored him
Today one of my group member tells me that the boy's father died a few days ago
I stared and asked her threee times is it the father
I first said it in Classical Arabic, colloquial Arabic and English tiring so hard to hear from her the word no I meant grandfather no I meant his uncle anything!!! But nothing at all just the word yes. She then said not to be pitiful. He comes late to class and my body shakes. The main reason why he wasn't able to attend our meetings was because he wanted to spend the time with his father who was sick. Throughout the class I was brainstorming things to help him. Should I apologize should I say 'tell me of you need any help' . I ended up sending him a phone message saying 'I'm sorry for your fathers death' he saw the message and didn't reply. I'm a Muslim so I prayed for him and prayed that he would be strong and know how to live life and continue living it.
Throughout the day I was in an energetic mood, a happy mood. It was weird as I had a lot of assignments due but it was nothing because I had both of my parents I was grateful I was alive I was soo happy I felt like bringing love to everyone but then I ended up crying I cried for him I cried for the thoughts he would have faced.
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The diary of a college girl
Short StoryI talk about my experiences in my university I wouldn't post names or personal information It would seem to you as if ur my diary and I tell u what I fell The reason I write this is I always write in my diaries but I feel it goes to waste So as I...
