ɧɷpҽ ʏɷų ҽŋɟɷʏ ɩt
Tҽɭɭ mҽ wɧat ʏɷų tɧɩŋk abɷųt ɩt aŋɖ ʏҽaɧ, I kŋɷw tɧҽ cɧaptҽɾى aɾҽ qųɩtҽ ىɧɷɾt, bųt I ɟųىt ىtaɾtҽɖ wɾɩtɩŋɠ ىtɷɾɩҽى ىɷ baɾҽ wɩtɧ mҽ! ಠ_ಠ
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YASEEN'S P.O.V:
I came home and laid on the bed, thinking about Rahul. I feel so sorry for him and frankly I don't care anymore about the names he called my sister. His life is so messed up. I don't know what I'd do in his situation. He lost his sister two years ago and this explains the attitude towards me, I understood him and became friends.
I looked up to the ceiling. It was so plain and boring yet my mood related so much to it.
"Yashiiiiiiiin" my ear literally feel. Man, when will this girl stop screaming out of the blue and playing pranks on me! "What Yashmin?" I asked with a bored tone, she didn't answer so I slowly turned my head to the left and seen a horrible sight. It wasn't new of her, but she was really becoming am expert on "Creepy Faces Making". I frowned at her with my mouth open in a little O. "Jus...Just why? Tell me why I deserve such a horrible treatment. I mean, you really enjoy doing this to me? To your older brother? Like, I know I'm older than you of just 3 minutes, but still. I'm older than you!". I put a puppy face on and my hand on my heart, trying to hold my laughter. She didn't say anything but giggle like a 5 years old and hugged me.
This girl makes me so happy, she can change my mood in a second without even her will.
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Muslimah Warrior
SpiritualYaseen and Yasmin are twins, they're muslims and lived in Miami till someone tried to kill Yaseen which caused them to move to Bristol, UK. They have a gang, not a normal one, not at all. Normally gangs would smoke, do weed and all those sort of th...
