Good? Great.

And Then It All Crumbles

*walks into chapter and sits on rainbow coloured directors chair as all wait patiently*

Guys I literally have no idea what to do for this chapter...- miss author

Can you pop me up some chocolate?- Shiza

*snaps fingers* there you go

Woahh...I WANT A BANANA PLEASE- Abbas

*snaps fingers again* make sure you peel it first.

Now any ideas?- miss author

Well you could let me and Romaisa do what we did yesterday night, I quiet enjoyed it- Asher

EW ASHER NO, TIME OUT FOR YOU MISTER! IN THE CORNER NOW!- miss author

*asher sighs and hugs Romaisa before walking into the corner*

Can I get a wife?- Osama

No but you can have some socks- *snaps fingers* enjoy!

MISS AUTHOR ABBAS TOOK MY CHOCOLATE!- Shiza screeches

Nuh I dihdint- Abbas with stuffed chocolates in his mouth.

Hey miss author could Romaisa join me here in the corner please?- Asher

Ugh for goodness sakes just zip it up, all of you- miss author *claps hands*magical zippers form on each of their mouths.

Finally, now let me think.

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Shizas pov

"Shiza! Get dressed! Abbas will be here soon!" I choke on the chocolate pieces I was munching on as my mothers voice booms up the stairs. "What? When was this planned?"

"Yesterday now hurry!" I jump off my bed, the innocent last two chocolates falling to the cold, hard ground. I momentarily look at them before wishing them to food heaven and throwing them into the depths of my garbage can.

Shaking my head of the idiotic thoughts I quickly scrounge my closet. I really wish I had Romaisa right now, I can never choose the right clothes if my life depended on it. I finally pick out a navy skirt with a black blouse and a polka dotted hijab. Squinting at it I deeply think if it'll match.

Nope. I quickly switch it for a red one and start putting it on. I add some jewelry to make the bland vanish a bit and wrap my hijab expertly making sure my baby hairs are in and under. Taking a deep breath I calm myself down and walk down the stairs.

Just in time to see my mother in a flowery outfit open the door for Abbas, his hair is combed up, his face sporting a grin and I cast my eyes away as I notice his body attached dress shirt.

"Asalam alaikum Aunty! Aren't you supposed to have wrinkles at this age? I don't even see one in sight!" He says as my mother greets him back. I chuckle a bit noticing my mothers astonished face, but quiet down as he looks towards me. He gives me a small smile before saying, "asalam alaikum Shiza." I nod and lightly say my greeting, scolding myself for being a tiny shy Romaisa figure.

"Could Osama not make it son?" My mother asks, and in a blink of an eye Abbas's face forms into worry, "oh uh no Aunty he said he was feeling a bit sick so I let him stay at home." My mother nods and hands me Abbas's jacket to take to the closet.

I hold the urge to sniff it like a crazy lunatic and hang it up. I notice Abbas rubbing his forehead and trying to form a grin, he's failing real bad though. "Here let's sit in the living room and discuss some things." My mother says giving him a small motherly smile. I bring out the refreshments and hand a glass of juice to him, he mutters a thank you as I walk to my seat.