A love triangle

chapter one

  Bismiallah, ya Allah

Hello everyone, my name is Fatimah aka fvtimah_. So this is my first novel,and I want you all to support me. Thank you

The thing about sheedarh, you never know what she'll do. She's crazy. and I mean that in the nicest possible way. It's just that she's totally unpredictable.  Take the prom night , for instance_ she wore tuxedo. Isn't that weird, you say?It's was her boyfriend tuxedo.if you know sheedarh, you know that  is so typical. and that's my befriend am talking about right now.

           Sheedarh has a creamy colour and a long straight face, long thin legs, she's 17.and her dad is supper rich, she's crazy, amazing and generous. The thing is, I know is am popular. I'm also pretty good . looking in the exact opposite way of sheedarh.
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It was very sunny,when my mom dropped,me in sheedarh's new house,they just moved in, I waited for her to open the door. I bumped into my crush, I mean sheedarh's  elder brother. (Sheed) ,oh_ so_gorgeous.
"Sorry" I said "never mind" he replied,leaving me starring at him, I will never tell sheedarh for a minute what I was thinking. She had only scorn for all, the girls her age who chazed sheed year after year with zero success. But hey, a girl can dream can't she.
"I know what u are thinking" sheedarh announce.
"You do" I asked, feeling a little sick to my stomach.
"Sure you're nervous about meeting salma. I mean,how can u explained that. u don't know his her Ex, r
she giggled at her own statement as we got into the house.
"Right"I said, immensely relieved that,she didn't know me quite as well as she thought she did.
Well actually. I still couldn't believe, that they were   actually living in the biggest house in town and very pretty.
       Mrs Adams called out in that truly unique Yoruba_Hausa accent of hers"is that you, sheedarh? Come into the kitchen I made Amala with equisi soup"
"Yes"she whispered,high giving as we started toward the backyard of the house.
The kitchen in the Auwal's mansion is really incredible. It's is as big as most people's living rooms,and then I saw sheed again inside the kitchen and,sheed is probably about the most heart_stopping handsome guy anywhere. I watched him walked out.
"Amala halima?"sheedarh said reminding me to sit.
"Thanks"I said joining her at a counter bar stool and taking the Delicious Amala.
"How was school? Asked mrs. Adam's is really nice and everything, she's very religious and all.but I mean it. Can't adults even think of anything else to ask us?.
"Fine"we both said together our mouth full.
"Did anything interesting happen?she pressed
"Well" I said"sheedarh can't decide if she should be miss Nile, the enter school has promissd to vote for her"
Mrs. Adam's looked thrilled "really"?
"No"sheedarh, kicking me gently but meaningfully on my bare shin.
"Leems is just fooling around."that what she usually called me.
"Oh"said mrs.Adam,looking totally confused and disappointed"I guess I knew that"
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"That was mean" sheedarh told me as we headed up the stair to her room.
"You know my mom takes everything seriously. You shouldn't play with her like that"
"I forgot"I said, feeling a little guilty. If you'd seen how crushed Mrs.Adams looked,you'd know what I mean.
"She get over it, just don't tease her anymore"
"I won't" I promised as I followed sheedarh into her new room.
"Wow sheedarh"I said as soon as I got  a good looking around.
"My mom did it for me"she answer indicating the entire room with a sweep of her arm"what did u think?"
"Wow"
"that's what I think too" she said, please as could be.
Mrs.Adams had really gone out .it seemed like the whole room white lace:white lace curtains, white lace canopy bed, over stuffed, u know that's probably not Nigerian furniture's and curtains, it look like Kris Jenner house in Calabacas .
"WOW" I said again. It's was unbelievable. It's was all so romantic and..................well feminine, I guess it looked like a girls room, more than that, it's looks like sheedarh's room.
"I know you'd like it" she said, floping into the bed.
and I really did, but somehow it made me fell lousy at the same time.
"It's beautiful"I assured her.
But the monster was out of the closet and I knew I was going to be depressed for the rest of the day. The thing was, I knew I'd never have a room anything like sheedarhs. not because  I didn't want one,and not because my parents couldn't afford it,but because they never think of it in a million years, and I rather die than ask them, u see they insist on thinking of me_when they think of me_ as the intelligent,not nonsense type, who prefers everything to be functional and practical. I can't begin to tell you where they got the idea, but parents have a way of forming you what they decided u are. so I'm the practical one.my room is very practical. Unfortunately it doesn't end with my room. my clothes are practical. my classes are practical. everything I do is practical.most of the time I feel like am in jail .once I'd like to like sheedarh . just once I'd like to have a white room or a lowcut dress with out everyone saying"you !halima,that not really ur style"
The rest of the day was kind of boring .by the time sheedarh took me home, I could barely keep up the cheerful act.
You see, I haven't told u anything yet my parents are getting divorce.

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