𝐀 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 ✓

Chapter 67

"Well, since y'all agreed, maybe you can meet the writer."
The others, surprisingly, became enthusiastic.
Mars pointed behind them, and they all looked immediately.

Then started to smile.
"Wow, she's cute."
Tenzing said adoringly.
"She has a boyfriend."
Mars replied defensively, rolling his eyes.

"Aw."
The others awed sadly.
"I can't believe we get to work with her."
"Well, boyfriend or not, I'll go talk to her."
Tenzing said, and started to walk towards me.
"No flirting !"
Pamela yelled, and turned to Mars to presume her conversation.

I was so happy to make friends on my first day on Set.

End Of Flashback :

I smiled at the memory. I always have this charisma that makes people want to be friends with me, and I never really tried to make friends because it was so easy for me to talk to people. I'm very popular at school.
Unlike my siblings.

Rajwan made friends at his work at Aroos Dimashq, but when he started school at Janaklis All-boys Middle School, he found it hard to make friends, because not all boys are like my brother. They're more messy, more disgusting, more different. And ever since I had to pick him up from school and his classmates saw me, they started picking on him for having a 'hot' sister, and Rajwan decided to stay away from them. But he made one friend, so that counts.

Allison, on the other hand, had the same school friends for over 6 years now. So, she doesn't really know how to make friends at school, but she can be friends with other people like Dylan and Rush.

But, it's not like I'm bragging or anything.
I don't exactly know if I can keep them forever.

Whatever, something happened the next day that made me angry.

The Next Day :

I had to attend a writers convention, and when I was done a few hours later, I came out of the convention hall, and started to walk towards my limo.

Then I saw what shocked me.

'Get out of our country filthy Muslims.'
The sentence was written in red all over my limo, and when I looked inside, I realized that the driver wasn't there.

I started to glance all around me, trying to find out who did it.

One Hour Earlier :
Third Person P.O.V :

The two boys started spraying paint all over the car.
"That's good, boys !"
An older boy in his early 20s spoke, his blonde hair shining in the son.

"I don't know about this though.."
The shorter boy said, his expression turning thoughtful.
"Come on, man ! Don't be such a wimp. Unless you can't continue the dare.."
The oldest boy said daringly.

The two younger boys continued to spray paint all over the car.
"Whose car is this anyway ? Why does it look so familiar..?"

The taller one said, also turning thoughtful.
"I don't know. All I know that it's a Muslim car, we need to get rid of those people you know."

"it's quite hard, Jake. Especially when you get to work for one of them, you know."
Jake nodded as the teenagers glanced at each other.
"Totally."

To Be Continued..

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