Teenage Dream 2

Three years earlier..

“Saaaaraaaaa! We’re gonna be late!”

“Lat 5afeeeeeen we’ll get to school on time don’t worry about it”

I grabbed Sara and started running through the playground and into the huge doors that take us to the classrooms. It was our senior year and we had sort of a reputation with the teachers here; I was the charming, “innocent” one that loves to have fun and knows how to get out of trouble and Sara was the insane one who didn’t give a shit what anyone thinks of her and her confidence got her anything she wanted. I mostly got in trouble for being clumsy and very violent (NOT ON PURPOSE DESPITE WHAT ANYONE SAYS) for example Sara was gracefully cart wheeling to class and when I tried I landed on my -now bruised- tush.

“Yalla Sara min9ijich takhtheen ashya2ich al7een!” I yelled rubbing my butt. Yes, from all this you may think I’m a genius in school BUT honestly I do it for my father. He has always been hard on me on getting my grades up and I’m trying my best. He wants me to become a lawyer and I am planning on fulfilling that request. I’m freaking out because I cannot stand tardiness and il anisa Sara had to pick me up 5 minutes AFTER the bell rings. I will never rely on her again.

Dashait il 9af chini maynoona, I sat and smiled like nothing was wrong. Then Sara walks in ib kil biroooooooodd, smiles and sits. The teacher 5azatna for over 5 minutes -or it may have been less than a minute, not so sure- smirked, turned around and continued the class like they were never interrupted.

I turned around and rolled my eyes at Sara, she had that stupid look on, the one that say’s, “shiftaaaaay giltiliccccchhhhh”.

That afternoon, I stayed at home catching up on tv show’s I’ve missed. Kint 7adi mindamja when my phone started to ring. I saw the name and it was Kady, my very good friend.

“Heeellllllooooo”

“MEEEZZZNAAAA waynich? We’re waiting for you!”

“Laish?”

“Dude, its Thursday, remember the surprise goodbye dinner at my house we’re having for Tala, remember her, your childhood best friend who’s leaving in less than 24 hours?”

“SHIT! NISAAIIITT! That’s tooodaaaayyyyyyyy? By the way I don’t appreciate the sarcasm”

“Tawa 9akaaitt il telephone minha galat ina tawich gabil sa3a imkalmat-ha ga3da itgooleen how much you were gonna miss her! Shfeech yal hablaaaa??”

“MADRRII! 6AR MIN BALIIII!!!!!!”

“3adi kilman biyi at 8:30 so you have around 45 minutes!! Badlaaaaay and come to my house now!!”

“THANK YOU BYEEE!!”

I thanked the LORD for having Kady remind about the dinner. Tala is my best friend since I could remember, she was a year older than I was and was leaving for college in the states so we had been planning this for a few months now. It was a very very formal dinner at Kady’s house and consisted of 30 close friends of ours.

I ran to my closet and got my beautiful, gorgeous, black Balmain dress that Blake Lively once wore. I had to fight for this dress, literally. Kilish mo no3i I shop, I hardly care about clothes and half of the things I own are what my mother or my older sister got me. But Balmain, you have to be insane to even think of hating anything he does.

After I obsessed on my dress for 5 seconds, rikatht 7ag the bathroom 3ashan I take a shower. Asra3 shay sawaita ib 7ayati.. I wrapped myself with a towel and started putting my makeup. After half an hour of that, I ran to my room carefully put the dress on. Let my long wavy light brown down, wore my insanely high heels, and by 8 I was out of my door and already in the car. My new record.