أعمال. [African-American & Arabic Love.]

على محمل الجد، أمي

اليوم الأول في المدرسة.; first day at school.

IM BACKKKKKKK LITERALLY AFTER YEARSSSS OMGGGGG ITS BOUT TO BE ON & PAWPINNN 😂😂[By the way, Aaliyah is a little bit harsh towards the abaya in the beginning, so if any muslims feel offended, Im sorry. Its just - She's from america & she's never had to wear that ; or even seen one before. So dont be offended, please? :) Her attitude will soon change! Thank you to all my beautiful readers, who are enjoying this book. Vote & comment, pretty please? Love you all, mwaaaah! -CieCie]

Chresanto smiled that perfect smile at me, causing me to smile. "Your beautiful, Aaliyah." He whispered to me as he slowly pulled me closer to him, wrapping his big hands around my waist firmly, and causing butterflies to errupt in my stomach. "You really think so, Chres?" I asked meekly, as I found myself biting my lip. I was nervous.. This was the day. Could it be the day? I've had a chrush on Chresanto August ever since the first grade. But he never thought of us as anything but friends. Well I assume - nobody knows about how I feel towards him expect for Lani. He frowned, and ever so slightly poked his lips out. "Of course, Aaliyah."

"Aaliyah."

"Aaliyah." somebody shook me gently. Causing me to move around.

I groaned slightly, and my eyes fluttered open. I squinted my eyes, observing my surroundings. Yup. It was just a dream. My eyes landed on my mom who was fully dressed, and sitting on my bed. "Goodmorning, babycakes." She said to me, and I smiled at her. "Morning, mommy." I replied. I got out of the bed, and stretched my arms, yawning. "Did you sleep well?" She questioned as she observed her apperence in the mirror hanging above the bed. I nodded, and quickly skipped towards the bathroom. "Be right back, I gotta pee." I called out to her and she laughed. "Well, okaaaaay, then..." I heard her mumble as I shut the door. After I finished doing what every human does, I washed my hands, and shoved a tooth-brush into my mouth. I quickly brushed my teeth and washed my face.

After I was done, I entered my room, seeing my mom looking at me with a sympathetic look. I raised my eyebrows, as I looked down at my pajamas. "Is it my pajamas, or something?" I asked, giving her a quizical look, and her mouth twitched into a small smile, she was holding in her laugh, I could tell. "No no no, hunny. Sit down I have to tell you something." I hesitantly sat down, thinking of the possibilities. Was Dad coming? Were we moving back home? "Okay. Just tell me ma', your kind of worrying me." I rushed my words out as I took a seat on the bed. "So.. You know you start school today, right?" She spoke slowly, and I slowly nodded. "Uh.. yeah.. Why? " I questioned her, biting my nails in anxiety.

"You er.. You have to wear an abaya." She blurted out, causing me to furrow my eyebrows together. An abaya? What? What is that. "An abaya?" I repeated, looking at her, confused as ever. "What is that!?" I asked, downright confused. I had absoloutely no idea what she was talking about. She sat up, and put on a poker face. "One second. . I picked on up for you at the store yesterday.. I'll go - get it." I nodded, and put my thinking cap on. I wonder what it is. Hopefully it's just like a scarf or something - i could defiantly rock a scarf. She walked in..

With a gown like black thing. Except it wasn't a gown. It was extremly long, and probably went to my ankles. I blinked. "A-are you serious?!" I shrieked. It might be their culture to wear those - 'abayas' but it's not mine. "Mom! I cannot wear that. . . I-I. Why do I even have to wear it, Mom? We're not Muslims. So why should I have to wear that - ... " I paused, looking at it in disgust. " thing ... " I finished, looking up at her, bewildered. My friends would die of laughter if they saw me in that thing. She twisted her lips to the side, before she spoke. "I know we're not muslim, hunny. But you just - have to obey the rules. In their culture, boys aren't suppose to really.. " " - lust after girls I guess." She added. I fixed my face into a glare. "How the hell do they get married, then?! Mom, this is ridiculous. I'm. Not. Wearing.That.. It looks like a dress grandma would wear. " "There's no way in hell I'm gonna wear that shit." I mumbled lowly. She put on a poker face, & I knew she was about to go off on me. But - Maybe I was overreacting a bit.. I pursed my lips together, and gave her an apologetic smile.

"Aaliyah, you know how I feel about you cussing. Dont cuss in a sentence when your speaking to me, & Its not a dress - its an abaya. It sort of like a slip, you wear regular clothes underneath them, and - " I cut her off politely, calming down since she snapped. "So ... I really have to wear the thing, huh? " I questioned, a sad expression grew onto my face. "Yeah. but - atleast you dont have to wear a sheila. It cover your hair - " she explained, and took a pause to sigh. "Aaliyah, I think this is sorta good for you.. I mean - at least if you do find I speical young man, - " She paused to wiggle her eyebrows, causing me the smile. " he'll love you for you - & not your body.." She explained, and I shrugged. She had a point.

"Fine. I'm gonna go get dressed." I said nonchalantly. Since I'll have to wear that abaya I might as well put on something comfortable underneath it. I grabbed some grey sweatpants, and a white T-shirt with some random ish written on it, and my green sneakers. I wont even bother looking cute today. I'm pissed off. I just wanna go home.. I swiftly past by my mother, into my bathroom and threw on the outfit. I took a glance in the mirror, and noticed how wild my hair looked. I grabbed the brush from the counter, and brushed my perfectly straightened hair, laying down the fly-aways. I applied a bit of mascara, and chap-stick. Oh ! I almost forgot - that damn abaya. I walked into the the bedroom again, annoyance written all over my face. I snatched up the abaya from the bed, and threw it over my head, I took a look in the mirror, and shook my head in defeat. I could not believe I had to wear this.