Where is it! Ugh! Happens all the time! Mama was right, I'm not responsible enough to take care of jewelry. I mean it is my necklace, if it gets lost its on me right? Ugh! But it can't be lost its my Palestinian shaped necklace gifted to me from my dad. Did I mention he went overseas to design it just for me. If I lose it...I'm screwed.
"Layaan are you looking for this", said Nayaan, my little sister, or should I say the little jinn! Okay well not jinn, a bit better than a jinn. I mean she's my little sister what else am I suppose to expect from her. "Where did you find it?!", I said as I jumped up from tying my Jordan's. "I took it yesterday it matched my Palestinian theme outfit", my jinn sister said with no hesitation. I mean we are sister we share everything, for crying out loud our names are practically the same. I thought about letting out a scream, but I was already late for school. "You know what Nayaan Im only gonna say this once, you can borrow whatever you
want I don't care, but this necklace right here is off limits", I said calmly taking the necklace from her hand, putting it around my neck as I ran outside to my car to drive to the place every teen loves, school.
School came back too early. It's senior year tho...I mean it has to be a good year! I've yet to meet a person who has said senior year wasn't the best year of their lives. It's that time where you finally feel like an adult! The year you become eighteen and move out...well not for me. Moving out doesn't work for muslims, and from experience I can confidently say especially for arabs. Then again I really don't care, I don't mind staying with my parents. I don't need to pay rent or worry about any other bills. All I want is to graduate.
After a five minute drive I was parked right In front of my high school staring at all the people walking in with their new backpacks, shoes, outfits, and even attitudes. My high school is actually pretty new, it was built only about three years ago, we are now the third graduating class from bradley high school.
It's seven thirty o'clock in the morning, I had a total of ten minutes to get my schedule, find my class, and get something to eat to stop my stomach from growling. I opened my car door said bismillah and made my way to the building. I'm freaking out.
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His obsession. (Editing)
Teen Fiction"That voice, that's the voice that kept me calm. I ran to him and listened to his heart beat, thump thump thumpthump." The same heartbeats I would listen to when I woke up from a nightmare. He's the one that saved me." Layaans life spirals out of co...
