Muslim...not really

Muslim...not really

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Well.......this is awkward. I suppose I’m expected to introduce myself now. Although I cannot, for the life of me, imagine why anyone would be interested, I shall nonetheless elaborate on my existence. Are you, my dear friend, familiar with that one girl who is the ultimate manifestation of a teen queen? Who knows exactly what to wear, what to say, and what to do? Who is practically worshipped at an altar by her peers, persistently pursued by jealousy around the clock, what every female high school student dreams of being? The golden girl on the pedestal, every male’s dream, every female’s envy? Yeah, the one who draws out an involuntary “daayyuum” from everyone she passes? Yeah well, I’m not that girl. It is rather safe to say that I am, in fact, the absolute contradiction to the above mentioned description. I shy away from unwanted attention, have the most ridiculous dressing sense, and couldn’t care less about what anyone else thinks of me; and nobody from school, be that male or female, ever pays me a second glance. Behold the magnificence that is Emaan Ali, the 17 year old lonesome wonder. This is the drab story of a teenager who, in her final years of schooling, finds herself in an entirely new school, environment, and neighborhood in an unfamiliar country on a completely different continent. The tiresome tale of a girl of Indian roots, born and brought up in Dubai, who one fine morning finds herself on a flight to the US of A. Welcome to the persistent paradox that is my life.
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Senior year = Drama Amelia, a mysterious high school girl with no time for boys, fun and parties had the spark stripped from her ever since her father's absence. Now, It's her first day of senior year after the holiday for Christmas. All the students were happy to be back at school with their friends but for Amelia it was torture. No friends only bullies just because she was the smartest 'nerd' in school. But, like every other girl in school, she has a huge crush on the hottest guy in school. Mason Benjamin, son of a multi-billionaire and famous fashion designer. Amelia is asked to tutor him for after school session. He ends up showing her that life doesn't revolve around the classroom and books and restores her spark but at what cost? When they start to get close. Evil lurks as her bully who is the queen bee and Mason's Ex along with a jealous and obsessed guy plot and scheme against them. Her Senior year will be full of lies, drama and romance. HERE IS A PREVIEW: "Amelia! I believe you know there will be a project practical on teaching someone. If you would help me tutor a student for this session, you will get an A on that project. what do you think?" "Yes miss Sarah! I would love to.Thank you so much" I replied. "Ok that's good to hear, let me call the student you will be tutoring" Miss Sarah smiled "Mason Benjamin could you please come here" 'oh my God' I thought. 'I would be tutoring Mason Benjamin! the guy I have had a big crush on since Forever! This can't be happening. this will be a nightmare, I will end up embarrassing myself! why?' I thought silently I look behind and saw his muscular figure approaching the teacher's desk. For a guy in the 12th grade he was two years older than me because his parents moved a lot making him change schools more frequently. he stood beside me and looked at me with the corner of his eyes, by that time I died twice and came back to reality. what am I getting myself into?

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