Hana's POV
I sluggishly trudge through the door after a very long and tiresome day at school. School really isn't one of my favourite places to exhaust my extremely valuable energy which should be cherished for things I actually like to do. And I must say, staying within school grounds from 8:45 to 4:00 is a huge compromise on my part.
"It's just an extra thing I just have to do 5 times in a week, where I don't enjoy 90% of the lessons and don't like 90% of the people. I'm just there to prove I exist and that I don't have anything else to do in life. Which isn't a lie, but the only person that should know that is me. Damn I wish we had a life Hana. I wish we had a bit of drama, a bit of productiveness... apart from revision because I procrastinate with that anyways... just something to make my life, well, a little bit more, exciting." I say as I look at myself in the mirror.
"Oi Hana, what are you doing? Talking to yourself again? You know only crazy people do that, right?" She said laughing, I watched her grab her phone and walk out of our room. "Well not really, I disagree!" I shouted turning back to the mirror, " everyone needs someone to talk to right? Someone who understands them, and won't judge or point fingers at them. And most importantly someone who'll listen. You don't necessarily need the listener to agree, but it makes it a lot easier doesn't it?" It really does, anyways what could go wrong?
On my way down the stairs I'm bombarded by my brothers, "Zain! Zayd! Watch where you're going, I dont want to die by falling down a few steps!" I screamed after them. "Yo Hana, you really aren't that fragile, If I'd thrown you down a cliff, somehow you'd come crawling back for revenge. Trust me, we've thought it through many a times but the aftermath is too scary. Ya know, your revenge."
"Ugh you guys are so dead!" I say, annoyed. I'll deal with them later, right now I must fulfill my duties towards my tummy and give it some food. If I could make a wish it'd be to eat all day without weight gain, nor feeling full, nor sick. Just. Eat.
It's hard to assert rights as an older sibling when you're shorter in height. It's like a give and take situation, if I threaten with age, they can threaten with height, and trust me when I say, in the long run, age has noooo plus points. It's just a number which is thrown left, right and centre. And more than anything it's an excuse to be heard. Whereas height. Well, they can take stuff from you Hana, and hold it high so you can't reach, they could win in a fight, just as they always have and cover your veiw without any trouble. And worst of all Hana. They. Can. Lean. On. You.
I hate it. I ultimately despise being leaned on by them. Yes it's different depending on the intention, and the person. Like my brothers do it to exclaim their supremacy over me, my weakness and their strength, their power. And I don't think I need to say they're my brothers. But as a romantic gesture, I'm all for it hun. *insert creepy smile*.
Oh shut up Hana, you have no love interests, and furthermore, no one would ever even consider you. You're that loud kid who's also socially awkward when you're expected to be loud and talk. I don't think I need to press on the point that the only life you do have is your all girls high school and nothing else, since you don't leave home. And secondly... no one cares about what you think unless they genuinely want to impress you. Because they love you... or hate you. So shush.
I walk into the kitchen to find the scent of delicious, well-cooked food. "Mmmmm yuuuummyyyyy," I say devouring the scent, eyes closed. "Mumsy what did you make? It smells like, my favourite," I say excitedly, "Is it?" I look at her hopeful as I watch her continue scurrying here and there, trying to make everything look.. perfect. "Yep, today it's your favourite... rice smothered in black chickpea curry, topped with some all natural yogurt and sprinkled with some spices," Ah, food is an art in it's own right. And my mum, an artist. I wonder if I could ever make my favourite food how I like it, I don't think anyone can do it any better than my mum, there just can't be a better.
"Oh no don't tell me it's-" Haniah walks into the room with pure terror written all over her face. I watch as her face distorts into a look of disgust. "Yep it is," I say happily as I skip to my seat and sit down, eagerly waiting for my stomach to fill with food of pure delight. "No but... Muuum you know I really don't like that.." Haniah was pouting now, but I knew my mum wouldn't let her down.
"Don't worry, for you I've made some omelette, the special one; with onions, spices, tomatoes and fresh coriander." Wow. Food was a whole other language when it came to my mum. It's like wizardry, stepping into the kitchen each day after school, smelling scrumptious food, and I must say, I'm so confident my mum is the best cook. Yeah I know, so is your mum and every mum in the universe, but mine definitely supersedes all. She's never let anyone of us down. If there's something one of us doesn't prefer, a replacement dish is always made. It makes us feel so special. So loved.
That night we ate till our stomachs were full. I don't know what I'd do when I'm older and move out, because I know for a fact my food wouldn't be a fraction of what my mum makes. Be it taste or the way it looks. I just hope I can pick up some of her magic. So I can see faces of joy and satisfaction each day too.
It's a dream, just like many, a dream I hope comes true.
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Romance"I thought you know though, you always do, why are you doing this?" She said as she cradled her face in her hands, shaking, "Is it even necessary?" "I could ask you the same question. Was it necessary? Why can't you just tell me the way I tell you...
