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This book is copy right. You can't steal anything you've read from this book. Everything you read here is fantasy, it's not real. So please no correction. This story is based on my own imagination. Thank you now enjoy.

<p> &copy; 2014 Marie Belizaire </p>

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  Majida quickens her paste home, a storm seems to be coming in and she does not want to be caught in the middle. As she begin coming up the corner to her small village, rain starts pouring down on her. Not again, she thought. Her mother's going to kill her, Majida shudders at that thought.

 Majida knew she wasn't allowed to stay and watch the boys play their games with a ball and their feet, she heard rumors that it was use to call soccer. She also heard girls were even allowed to play, her heart leaped at the thought she could've been able to play. But it slowly sunk, when she realize girls weren't allowed to play any sports now.

 Majida thought that if in the past women were allowed to vote and do all the other stuff they should be allowed to play sports.

 She reaches her little hut and walks in, shutting the wooden door. Rehema races towards her wet daughter and buries her in a hug.

   

  "Where have you been?" Rehema questions her daughter. She had been worried sick about her daughter. She thought maybe something bad happen to her. Majida looks down at her beat up sneakers. "Majida, please tell me you didn't go watch the boys." But by the looks of it Rehema already knew the answer. "How many times do I have to tell you to stop watching them." Rehema lets out a tiring sigh, it's been a long day for her as well. "It's dangerous." She scolds her daughter who is still staring at the ground below.

   She knew it all too well because Majida herd the same thing before but she still can't help it. It's like a magnetic force pulling her towards the game the boys play. She hides in a broken down shed, that nobody uses.

 
    "Momma," Majida finally lifts up her gaze from the ground, to look in the dark chocolate eyes her mother had, "They won't be able to see me." she says softly. She licks her lips and began to try to explain her mother what she feels, which is difficult since she doesn't even know how she feels herself, "I can't explain it but it's like a force driving me towards it." Rehema holds up her hand, stopping her daughter from going any further.

     "Stop Majida, now go and dry off. Make sure you change your clothes and wash the ones you have on." Rehema instructs her daughter and Majida obeys silently.

  Majida looks around at the corner she calls her room. They never had the luxery, they always work odd jobs and jobs they can find to help them scrap by. Majida lets out a sigh and lowers herself towards the mattress. She lays there looking up at the roof.

  Majida go do what her mother asked. In the meanwhile, Rehema tries to cook a dinner for her family. Inside she is breaking, she is barely managing with her children. In fact if it wasn't for them she would have ended her life long ago. The pain for her is too much, but she has to keep strong for her children. She would say that mantra over and over again. A few moments later, her eldest son Robbie and her youngest Del walks in. They both are soaking wet.

  "What have I told you guys about staying late, especially when its hurricane season?" she scolds at her eldest and youngest children. She gave them a dissapointing look. Robbie felt horrible, he knew his mother was struggling to make ends meet and they can't really afford to buy shoes and clothing.