My Battle For Equality

Chapter 4

- This is a picture of Emma.

- Listen to You've got a friend in me by James Taylor
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I took us five days to finish moving.

We painted every wall, mowed the grass and put our stuff in its places.

So today I finally could do whatever I wanted.

Or could I?

"Dounia, Dounia, Dounia! Wake up!" The boy that has the nerves to call himself my little brother was trying to wake me up.

I don't know what I did to deserve this.

Mohammed wasn't giving up.

I grabbed him and used him as a pillow.

"Ahhhhh!"

Great now he's screaming.

Ayoub en Soufiane entered our room to see what was happening. The screaming woke them up.

Good.

They deserve to suffer too.

Mohammed escaped and laughed.

I told you he was scary, he is like an evil genius.

"Now that you guys aren't sleeping anymore I want to ask you something." He looked us one by one in the eyes.

"Who will have the honor to take me to the playground?"

Ayoub and Soufiane looked at each other and ran back to their room. I was running behind them and wanted to enter their room.

But those idiots locked the door.

I got ready and went downstairs.

"Goodmorning habiba, it is so nice of you to bring your little brother to the playground. At least I have one nice kid."

"Hey!" Ayoub said while he was going down the stairs with Soufiane behind him.

"Come downstairs, you're all going together. We were so busy, you haven't seen in the city yet."

After we had breakfast she literally pushed us out of the house.

Luckily I have already made screenshots of some maps on Google Maps.

"Hey, are guys new here." Our neighbor asked. She was sitting outside with a cup of tea. It was an old lady with almost white hair.

"Yes, ma'am. We moved here a few days ago. My name is Soufiane and these people are my siblings Dounia, Ayoub and Mohammed."

"Hello ma'am." The rest of us said at the same time. My mom didn't raise no impolite children.

"You can call me Emma, I don't need to be remembered how old I am every day of my life. I'm going to say just one time that I'm 68. Don't you ever dare to ask me again." Emma said.

I already like her.

"I would never guess that number ma'am, eh Emma. You don't look a day older than 35." Soufiane said. Now you probably understand why every girl/woman likes him.

Emma even blushed a little bit.

"Emma, you look like you're 12." Mohammed said and made everyone laugh.

"You can ask us whatever you want whenever you want. Just a knock on our door and we mow the grass or help you with your groceries." Ayoub said.

"You guys are to nice." She even blushed a little bit.

"Emma is there a library in Dobbington?" I asked. Probably the most important question ever.

"Yes, dear. It is close to the park and very beautiful. There are a lot of signs so it is easy to find. And you can also borrow some of my books. My husband and I, may he rest in piece, loved to collect books but I also love to go to the library sometimes." Emma said.

"I would love to go to the library with you once. But I think we need to go because this little monkey here is very impatient." I said while Mohammed was pulling my arm.

"I already can tell you are good kids. Go have fun." We waved at each other and began to walk again.

"She is so nice." I said to my brothers with a big smile.

"Yes she is." Ayoub said with a big smile too.

This city isn't that bad at all.

We found the playground in 5 minutes. It is a nice neighborhood. There were a few people who wanted to get to meet us but there were also a few people who ignored us.

Not everybody can like you.

There were a lot people at the playground.

There were boys playing basketball and soccer and girls sitting on benches looking at them and gossiping.

"Hi, you wanna play with us? We need 2 more players." A boy with brown hair and blue eyes asked to Ayoub and Souf.

They looked at me and I nodded. They didn't like leaving me alone.

"Yeah, sure." Ayoub responded.

How could you make friends so fast. We literally arrived one minute ago and they're already playing soccer with some boys.

I went to the swings with Mohammed.

"Push me, push me."

"Alright. Are you sitting good? He nodded.

I pushed him a little bit hard and went then to the front so I could see his face. Then I pretended to be a monster by trying to grab his feet and wanting to eat them. My dad did this all the time with us. He was giggling so hard, he almost fell.

I felt someone touching my leg and turned around. I saw a cute blonde kid.

"My sister says that I am too old to be pushed on the swing. Look there she is." He said while pointing at a girl.

She was laughing with the guys who were taking a break from basketball.

She was beautiful with her long blond straight hair and her big blue eyes. She was wearing a white tank top with shorts. The other girls were standing around her.

I sat on my knees so I had the same height as him.

"How old are you, buddy?" I asked him.

"I am this much old." He held up 4 fingers.

Is she serious? How could she just leave a 4 year old boy on his own and say he is too old to play on the swing while she is flirting with some sweaty guys.

"My name is Dounia and this is Mohammed he is also 4 years. What is your name?"

"My name is Thomas." He smiled at Mohammed.

"You want to play with us?" I asked him.

"Yes!" He hugged my legs and sat on the other swing with a big smile.

He was laughing with Mo and they held each others hands.

I was playing the monster game again with both of them.

They jumped off the swings and started running away.

Until I saw something coming in high speed at Thomas and heard him screaming.

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Author's note

I have now about 60 reads.

Thank you so much for reading my book.

Ramadan mubarak

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