Hey readers if you guys have any advice for me please tell me I want it to be a good first story........
I saw awesome views.........beautiful people ....and delicious traditional foods. I can tell that this will be a terrific life with a smile on my face. We finally arrived home it was pretty and big. Right when we entered the house we ran like rhinos picking the room that we were going to sleep in me and my sister picked the room with the balcony.....we quickly put our bags on the cold time floor of our new room ........then Jalal came in our room with a furious look"get out" he said pointing at the door.......me and my sister refused to get out "first serves" we told him with a mad look...... well we were fighting like wild animals.........BREAK IT UP.......my dad said with a angry face. My dad told us to get another room. It wasn't fair "boys always get what they want" I whined as we went to look for a empty room.. We found a room next to the stairs on the second floor. Without unpacking I went to bed not thinking of anything I turn to see my sister...she was already snoring.......I shut my eyes and passed out.
I was having an awesome dream until I got interrupted by someone..... I was to tired to open my eyes......so u kept them shut until I feel someone poking me on my face.....I was really going to slap that "someone" I opened my eyes and it was 2 girls I didn't really recognized them until my sister reminded me....I was happy and tired I didn't sleep well and it was rude if I went back to sleep. I got up opened my bag and took out a towel and pajamas And went to take a long hot shower....2 hours passed and I was still in the shower my mom was banging on the door telling me to get out. Quickly got out and put in my pajamas. Went to my room.and my cousin (boy) was coming over my mom told me that I had to wear a traditional dress called a abaya so I did without even questioning...........we all sat down on the tile floor drinking hot chocolate and playing wii......me and my sisters were good but my cousin (Esam) and my brother Jalal sucked badly.........I missed America and my friends but I could tell that this was going to be an "ok" life.....!
