"Yes Aapa,"
I spoke as I accepted the incoming call from my housekeeper.
"Where are you? Where did you rush off to? Your father would be frantic!"
"Nah, he wouldn't even notice I was gone. As for where I am, I currently am outside Nahal's house." I calmly stated.
"What? What are you doing there?"
"Well.... I figured out who mobbed the store. All I need is proof. And Nahal will help me find it."
"Whatever. Just come back in one piece." With that the line went dead.
I sighed as I kept my phone in the side pocket of my abaya. She never cared about me. All she cared about was the money my father paid her. I couldn't blame her though. She really needed it. For it went in paying the heavy bills of her sick mom. Still....
I shrugged my shoulders. I should forget about my messed up life and focus on the task at hand.
With a deep breath, I rang the bell right next to my best friend's door.
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The sketch
General FictionDo you want everything that you draw to come to life? Do you want that power? That's what Inaya has been given, But there's a catch, whatever she 'll draw will be terrible, and turn out to be far worse than she wanted it to be.
