Chapter 1

Chapter 1:

My name is Nawal, I'm 16, turning 17 soon inshallah. I have two best friends, Ameera, she's the closest, and Haya (not as close as Ameera), I'm the oldest of my best friends. I live a happy stable normal life, I have one younger sister. I'm not so close to my cousins, ya3ni as in my family, there are family issues w k4a, excluding my parents and sister akeed.

Looks:
Nawal==> Long dark brown hair + dark brown eyes, not slim nor fat, known for long eyelashes (The tallest).
Haya ==> Long light brown hair + brown eyes, very thin mashallah (second tallest).
Ameera==> Medium dark brown hair with a red glow mashallah, not slim nor fat. (Short).

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El7een ento t3arfoon path, 97? Kla el nas yishbikoon feeh, ik w3. I'm not really that type of person la2na hehe.

There's another app, it lets you post within a specific radius to your location, I'm obsessed with it ! Mra 7looooooooo. Elmuhim glt I'll post something la2ni I was bored. I wondered if we had any events today that I could go to or something.

"وايش عندكم بعصرية اليوم؟"

I posted it, and within a few minutes some person decides to dm me instead of replay, hmmm 6ayib wsho yaby ow taby?

"اهلا"

K2nsana mu7tara glt arid b3deen it2akad e4a bnt wla walad.

"هلا، بس ممكن اعرف الي معاي ولد ولا بنت؟"

typing....

"ولد، محطوط بالبايو حقي اصلَا"

Stupid Nawal! Stupid  *internal face palm*

"اوه انا اسفة بس ما اكلم عيال

"ايشدعوا"

"آسفة بس يا تحترم رايي او اسوي بلوك"

"خلاص اعتذر عن الازعاج"

I didn't reply, instead I checked his bio, his name was Khalid, okay...

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The next day, my parents and younger sister went out, ntmasha bl sayara, njeeb 3asha, nroo7 el market bla bla bla.

Our parents left us in the car (we were to lazy to get down lol) w umi ra7at farm 5, while baba ra7 yjeeb mu3ajanat mn el ma7al ely next to it.

I checked the same app and posted:

"طفشاااانة، وكيف حالكم انتوا؟"

Again, within a few minutes that same guy, Khalid, sent a message,

"بما انك طفشانة رح ارسل لك بعض النكت"

يوووووهههه ! انت ما رح تسمع الكلام شكلك؟

هذا جزاي لما قلت رح اشيل عنك الطفش الي انتي عايشة فيه؟!؟؟

لا لا خلاص ورني يلا بس ايش عندك

I was mad w ba3ad bored, so I guess it won't hurt, 97?

He sent pictures of arabic memes, uh.... The only thing he earned was a chuckle and I told him that.

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Within a few days, we grew somewhat closer to each other, I found out his age, 21, and I told him I was 16.

عادي، لان العمر ما هو الا رقم

ooooo I think he's hinting something here, but no, w33 Nawal la tgarbeen mnah akthar!!!

ايش عندك بكرة المغرب؟

ليه؟

لانك قلتيلي قبل فترة انك بتكونين مشغولة ذاك اليوم

اي صديقاتي جايين

اجل وناسة بكون، بتقعدون ترقصون وتصورون سناب

مين قال نرقص ونصور ههه؟ انا مو من النوع الي تحط صورها على هالبرامج اصلَا ههههه

Okay so for awhile I felt that he was hinting that he wanted to add me on snap, and see my pictures, ya3ni basically how I looked, idk, I didn't trust him, 5ft for some reason and everytime Khalid brought it up, I try to ragi3 or change the mawdhoo3.

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Second semester finally started, w 93oobat el derasa zadat ll2asaf elshadeed </3.

The second week since school started after the break, 7set fee shay 3'ala6 b Ameera bs ma 3araft esh... We all have best friends, 97? Ameera 9deegty and now we've reached 9 years of friendship, ya3ni we're really close, but that one day, faj2a after the weekend, kna distant, madri leh, but I didn't like it.

"Ylla pick a partner to play tennis with" galat el teacher.  I looked at Ameera, but she seemed distant, like she was trying to avoid me.

"Ameera, ylla nl3ab?" I asked trying to avoid eye contact, la2na 5ft mn wa4i3ha this week.

Ameera nodded and came.

"Esh feek ma tl3abeen 97?" I was surprised, she usually is the one to play good.

"Bs, kafy" radat 3alay coldly.

"Shino kayfik? Esh feek? Ma tabeen tl3abeen ma3ay?" I asked, wallah bdait itnarfaz.

"Eee, kayfee, maby el3ab ma3ak!" Radat full of her self.

THE HELL?

"Ameera.. Esh feek? Lesh k4a hal ayam? Esh feek matabeeni????" I asked her, I seriously was holding a cry inside of me, I want to hit her! Adry y6'a7ik wa6'3i, bs 3a9abt 3layha, esh swet 3ashan tglb 3lay faj2a?

"Ee bs k4a, Ma abeek" those words were like a cold knife into my heart, I left her, trying to find a new partner, I don't like this, she isn't Ameera. This isn't her.

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Youm rija3t el bait, mama 7asat feeny shay, I told her everything, I told her that she's been acting cold and weird.

"5ala9 mama, la t5afeen, bakalim om Ameera w bshoof esh 9ayer" wallah a7ib mama, she was trying to solve the issue and calm me down.

"Okay, ana baroo7 el7een, 3ndy homeworks to do" I kissed her head then went to my office room.

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Ma gidart arakiz while doing my homework, 7sayt me feelings were trapped in, I felt like I wanted to scream that out.

Lakin e4a I screamed them out, eljiran b5afooooon.

Fakart iny ifta7 my favorite app:

"ليه بالدنيا ناس يدخلون الحياة، يعيشون معاك، لكن فجأة يقلبون عليك؟ يعني بعد عشرة سنين فجأة يقررون يغيرون رايهم عليك؟؟ والله ما يصير، اتمنى ناس يدخلون حياتي لكن من قلب ويجلسون ويريحون، ابي ترو فريندز، نوت فيك فريندز".

Post.

God, that literally felt better, I feel like I can finish my work now in peace.

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Ba3ad a few hours, ja al maghrib, I finished all my assignments, then I decided to go on my phone.

I always left that app for last, because it's the app I stay on the most, fa after checking all social media, I opened it.

1 new message

"6ayib, how can someone enter your life?"

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End of the first chapter, this is really a true story, everything is real, and it all happened to a friend of mine, I thought that I would share it, I asked her first 3ashan ma tz3al and she was okay with it.

Elmuhim inshallah 3ijabkom awal chapter <3. (ba3d el ta3deel).