Deceived; Chapter 12

Shame took over me. I felt I shouldn't have sent him a photo of me. But I'm glad that we both know how we look like, kind of.

I sent him the photo on his email since we can't on DM. I also sent him an attaching message, "Tell me what you think on twitter, and sorry if I wasn't as pretty as you expected."

I can admit, I wasn't pretty to the extent where guys drool over me. I had some flaws and imperfections.

I felt my phone vibrate.
"Are you kidding me? Your GORGEOUS :O" he said, "you're even prettier than I imagined!"

I sensed heat on my right cheek which then began to redden more than its actual color.

"Thank you! You made my day<3" I answered, "hey, where's my picture? Your avatar isn't enough! ghaneya.*****@hotmail.com"

He sent a couple of photos of him with friends, I could tell which was him from his avatar.

He looked so handsome in each and every one of his 5 photos! His light brown hair, tanned skin, and his dark green eyes were so attractive.

I decided to act cool with him, "You're not so bad yourself hehe xx"

He kept complimenting me saying that my looks were how he wanted his dream girl to be.

I replied to him saying his looks were how I wanted my dream man to be.

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Sun rays awoke me at 6 AM indicating it was Sunday, yes, Sunday, the worst day of the week. I also had a big math test coming up. A week had passed since I sent him my picture. Throughout the week, Fouad has been complementing me so sweetly. I never actually felt this beautiful, ever.

Today's classes were boring. I hadn't been paying much attention in school since all I do is DM Fouad.

Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday went by so fast in a blink of an eye. Tomorrow was Wednesday, which means I had this big math test that covers everything we studied in the passed month. It was hard for me to focus since all I did was chat with Fouadii.

"Omg Fouad!!!" I exclaimed.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?!" he asked worriedly.

"Not really.. I have a huge math test tomorrow and I don't know a thing!" I complained.

"Well.. I am quite a math genius myself.." he flaunted.

"Great! Teach me this please." I emailed him few pictures of everything we covered.

"That's too much, I can't explain it through messages" he wrote, "their explanations are too long."

"Oh.." I replied unhappily, "now what?"

"Give me your number." he commanded.

I wasn't comfortable with the idea but I didn't see any wrong in it, he was going to teach me school work, after all.

"+(973)36******" I obeyed.

Minutes later. I felt my phone vibrate. I clicked on the green 'Answer' tab and began talking.

Deceived; Chapter 11

"EXCEPT THAT I MADE THE TEAM!" I typed in joy.

"Oh my god really?! Congrats beautiful!<3 So happy for you!!" he said happily, I could tell.

"Yes!! Thank you handsome:*" I started jumping around my bed so blissfully.

I was so shocked the moment she accepted me. The dance teacher loved my performance, she loved the way I put my full ability and potential into this dance.

I skipped lunch, food is my only solution to depression and not happiness. I was too happy to even leave my room. I stayed and chatted with Fouad until my father entered the room. I looked at the clock, it was 6:30 in the early evening.

"Ghaneya! How were the auditions?" he inquired.

"I made it! I made the team!" I ran into him for a hug as soon as I replied.

"That's great! I knew you could do it." he hugged even tighter.

My father has always supported me. He supported me in science fairs, after-school activities, and almost everything else.

He roamed around the room admiring the posters of singers I hung up on my wall.

While he was at it, I opened my phone to check with Fouad. I told him that my father was happy too and all, later he told me a joke about a rabbit in the bathroom. I laughed out loud which caused my father to hear me.

"What's so funny? Who are you talking to?" he questioned with a smile.

"My friend Maram, remember her? Her brother just told me a joke, he's hilarious!" I laughed.

"Oh yeah her! What's his name?" he asked again.

My father is the open minded type of man, he's willing to listen to anything, and he's willing to give you advice.

"Fouad." I said.

"Ah.. okay but make sure you focus more on school than him." he made sure.

"He doesn't distract me, don't worry." I assured him.

He made his way through my brown, wooden door and left me on my bed.

I lifted my phone from my red duvet and saw words I never expected Fouad to say.

"Can you please send me a clear picture of you?"

I replied in shock, "Um.. I don't know, why?"

He wrote back in 1 minute, "Come on.. You saw my avatar, and I've known you for almost a month, don't I deserve it?:("

I thought about it and then agreed.

I went to my wardrobe to put on a nice top, and fixed my hair a bit. I never really applied lipstick or anything makeup related. My lips were naturally red, my cheeks were naturally pink, and my eyelashes were naturally long and thick. I got them from the genes of my beloved mother.

I moved all my hair to the right side of my face, looked at the camera and smiled attractively.

It took about a while to find the picture I loved.

"Come on, where's my picture Ghaneya?! I need to see you :*" he wrote.

"It's coming, hold on have patience, Fouad ;p" I answered.

"I can't, I cant wait to see the most beautiful girl I've talked to for so long!" he typed to me.

"How do you know I'm beautiful?" I said with a giggle.

"A girl with a character like yours? You must be!" I ignored what he wrote to avoid more sweet comments.

I chose the best picture out of all 10 photos and clicked Send.

Deceived; Chapter 10

I had this chapter all written out but my laptop didn't have charge so I'm posting it right now :Dx

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I was standing in an unbelievably long line. I was afraid not getting chosen with the required 30, when the line consisted of 60 girls.

I watched girls' names getting called up, with their head held high as they walked, their smile stretched so wide, their chest gestured upright to show they had confidence, and also watched some with wet faces that had endless tears rolling down their cheeks.

It was almost my turn. I watched every single girls' dance routine, to see if I was better than them. They were sure a lot more flexible than I ever was or ever will be. Amazing dances caught my eye, but what also did catch my eye was overhearing our dance teacher reject it. It was quite frightening.

"Ghaneya Al-*****, your up." our dance teacher called out.

At first, I was forcing myself to stay in reluctance. Eyes began to look at me, so I couldn't stay any longer.
The music began to play, and all of a sudden I imagined myself the only one in the room, I danced and danced and danced! I thought I danced better now than I did then at my rehearsals.

I went up on stage and danced my heart out. I made it sure to look like I've been working so hard for this.

My dance ended, so I stood up tall with a grin on my face and waited to be judged.

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I ran back to the car, and headed back home.

I entered the house and marched up the stairs and straight away, skipped lunch, and headed to my room to charge my iPhone. It ran out of charge today out school since I was talking to Fouad in some of my classes and so did he.

I clicked on Twitter and headed to his user and noticed he began talking a long time ago.

"Hey G<3"

"Oh yeah.. you're in your dance auditions"

"I really wish I could see you dance, you've got to Skype me sometime and show me once my camera gets fixed!"

"I miss you"

Those messages touched me and made me smile.

"Hey F<3 I miss you more :(" I replied.

"Sooo?! how were the auditions?!" he asked.

"Good except that" I told him.

"Except what baby?" he answered.

"EXCEPT THAT I MADE THE TEAM!" I typed in joy.

Deceived; Chapter 9

Sorry I couldn't post yesterday, hopefully 10 as well will be written x

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3 weeks passed with Fouad and I talking to each other. I stopped leaving the house every weekend, I'd much rather stay home and talk to Fouad than being judged by my two friends. They tend to ask me to stay away from him because I met him through twitter. I denied it and said he is different, kind, sweet, and almost more understanding than they ever were!

My father was nowhere to be seen nowadays. He was usually hiding in between his laptop and office work papers. I began eating lunch by myself, and watched television by myself, seems like I was on my own for a while. But Fouad, he never left me stranded, he helped me whenever I was depressed, I was able to open up to him, and indeed did I brag to him about how much I miss Fahad.

I spent today relaxing as usual. I spent every Saturday surfing the web, munching on salty popcorn while watching movies, and most importantly talking to Prince Fouad.

While I was in the middle of watching the silliest film and while talking to Fouad, of course, I heard the front door open. It was one of those lucky days when my father came back home early.

He entered the house slowly, with quite a straight face. I questioned his face appearance and got no reply.

The rest of the day from their onward was typical. I talked to Fouad about my dad, and wondered why he was acting so dull. He told me to give it some time, and I did.

I descended down the cold, marble staircase, on my way to grab some dinner laying for me on the kitchen counter. My father was there, on his laptop with his reading glasses on. He had his knuckles against the side of his face, pushing his cheeks upwards. This wasn't my father, he never gave me the silent treatment.

I don't intend to disturb his cranky moods. I ignored him and made my way through the kitchen and sat on our high kitchen stools that faced my father, and began cutting my medium, rared steak into tiny cubes.

"Ghaneya" my father broke in silence.

"Ghaneya, I'm sorry I ignored you, it's just that things have been really tough and difficult at work nowadays." he apologized.

"I understand, it's okay." I replied with a big smile.

"So tomorrow's your dance auditions?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm nervous." I said anxiously.

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So today's my dance auditions. God I really hope I make it, it's the only extra curricular activity that I'm actually good at!

I spent a whole month rehearsing my dance routine.

I woke up, ate a heavy breakfast and was off to school.

I took out my phone and went straight to twitter and tweeted "Dance auditions today! Wish me luck." before I could check any of Fouad's messages.

"Good morning gorgeous! Good luck with your auditions today, really wish I could watch you dance<3" he sent me.

"Good morning handsome! Hahaha one day you will. Thank you<3" i said back.

I thanked everyone else's good lucks and got out of the car, grabbed my bag, and watched the school day go by.

Deceived; Chapter 8

I was scared and a part of me felt guilty for keeping it from them.

When they asked me who he was, I remembered the first day we talked, I felt I was doing something wrong, but talking to him just felt so right.

"Look, I was about to tell you tonight." I confessed.

"Well, explain to us then." Munya said.

I explained every single detail from him wanting to get to know me till him checking on me and taking care of me.

"Next time you better tell us sooner." said Malak.

"Of course." I replied.

"But um.. Ghaneya?" asked Munya.

"Yeah?" I looked at her sad face.

"Please be careful, I mean, you don't even know him."

"Trust me, I know what I'm doing, don't worry." I leaned in for a hug.

The rest of the night was amazing. We slept at 3 AM and woke up at 10. We decided to eat breakfast outside the house, so we made our way to Munya's car where her driver was waiting, and drove off.

I checked my phone and opened to Fouad's chat and noticed that he already messaged me.

"Good morning beautiful" he said.

"Good morning<3" I replied.

"How's my princess doing?" he asked.

So as you can see, he likes to flirt with me and make me feel special, I started to be sweet to him back because I assume I've known him long enough.

"I'm okay, how are you doing? x" I asked back.

"How can one talk to you and not be fine?" my cheeks turned red once I read the words he wrote to me.

"Ahaha :$" I replied shyly.

"So, what are you up to?" I love the way he keeps the conversation going.

"Not much really, just on my way to grab breakfast with my friends" I answered, "you?"

"Be careful okay? Ahh.. I'm just at my uncle's house"

After he wrote that, I was forced to put my phone away by Malak and just eat what was on my plate which was crepe with chocolate and a blueberry muffin, it was amazing how fast we arrived. I lost track of time while talking to Fouad..

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My father called me and said the driver was waiting for me outside, so i left Munya's house and thanked her for the amazing time and entered our navy, blue car.

On my way home, I took out my phone to answer Fouad back.

"Sorry I answered late, I was sort of busy xx"

In a matter of seconds, my phone vibrated.

"Hahaha no worries, who can be mad at you?"

I love the way he treats me, the way he writes to me. His use in words is so exquisite. I smile whenever he talks to me, I smile whenever he complements me, I shouldn't be feeling this right now, considering I never even met him, but I think my feelings towards Fouad is different than my feelings towards any accustomed 'guy' friend.

Deceived; Chapter 7

Dedicated to Dana for being such an amazing supporter xx

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"Ghaneya! Time for school, your breakfast is downstairs and your clothes are in the closet!" Lucy screamed in my left ear causing my eyes to open.

I managed to get up, change, and head downstairs for breakfast.

I took my phone with me to see what's up with Fouad.

He messaged me 5 minutes ago, "Good morning G<3"

It made me smile the way he thought about me once he woke up.

"Good morning F :D"

I wanted to keep our friendship steady and not rush into adding hearts or anything since I barely know the guy.

I ran to the car since I had half an hour till school begins.

He told me he had to go to school as well and told me to take care.

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The school day passed by quickly, same old boring classes.

I couldn't wait for school to end, actually. I wanted to check my phone to see if Fouad talked to me.

And he did, "Ghaneya hey, how was school?:*"

My heart smiled automatically.

"Hey Fouad! It was fine, nothing special, you?"

"It was okay, hey you haven't told me when your dance auditions are?"

We talked until it was time for me to start my homework. I told him my auditions were in 3 weeks.

As soon I was done my easy homework which was and English worksheet and to bring an Arabic notebook, I laid down on my bed and started to juggle my phone with one hand.

We didn't receive so much homework nowadays, since school just began a month ago.

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A week passed by with me returning home, talking to Fouad till I fell asleep, and waking up talking to him.

It was sort of like I was attached to him. I couldn't spend a day without talking to him. I stand corrected, he isn't a creep, he really is a sweet, kind, young gentleman. He checks on me every now and then, asks me where I'm going, and asking me to watch out.

It was Thursday, and as usual, the girls and I decided to meet up with Malak.

We left to Mayyar's house this time, after meeting Malak in a tiny restaurant.

We rented movies, ate popcorn, and had sort of a girls night in.. until 11:30 PM.

Malak and I went back to Munya's. She asked if we wanted to sleep over. We asked our parents, and they condoned.

I have been talking to Fouad since school ended this afternoon. The girls suspected something's happening, they watched me smile at my phone screen. I could see that they were watching me whenever I looked up.

I left my phone on Munya's bedside table and entered the bathroom to change into her pajamas that she lent me.

As I exited her blue tiled bathroom, I stared at Malak and Munya both looking through my phone with their eyes widened. I almost forgot to lock my phone but instead left it on Fouad's conversation. Could I get any stupider?

They looked up in confusion and shock and asked me, "Ghaneya, who's Fouad?"

Deceived; Chapter 6

This post is dedicated to @bahrainiblogge1 she's amazing, wallah.

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"Hey, how you doin'?"

What? :/

I replied to him with a "Hello, do I know you?"

"Not really but you could." he answered.

Is he for real?

"I'm sorry, but I can't talk to people I don't know." I typed back.

He managed to answer in a matter of minutes and some even seconds!

"That's why we should get to know each other" I could feel his mind forcing him to know me.

"I don't know.. I'll get back to you." I said.

"Take your time <3" I felt his frown flip upside down, which explains the heart he added at the end.

I simply ignored him, and really thought whether I should or not get to know him. He seems normal, right? I don't think he's one of those desperate guys, he doesn't look like them, though.

I fell asleep thinking whether or not I should get to know him.

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I was awakened by the sound of the most annoying phone vibration ever.

I fell asleep with my phone on my stomach, which caused me to wake up since it vibrated against my skin.

I checked what was the cause of it vibrating.

Turns out Fouad has been sending me DMs throughout the night asking me if I thought about it.

I felt sorry for him since he's been begging, and if I don't confirm, god knows what this kid will try to do.

I answered him politely saying "Yes I did, and okay."

He replied in a matter of seconds, literally. God, doesn't this boy ever sleep?

"Thank you! <3"

"No problem, now go ahead, introduce yourself.." I was acting partially cold with him.

He instantly replied to my message with a paragraph.

"My name is Fouad Al-*****, I'm 17 years old. I go to a private school in Qatar. I am in love with something called soccer, I play it all the time at school, home, and sometimes in the street whenever I see I ball laying around. I have a soccer team in school, actually. I'm the captain hahaha. Red is my favorite color, and so is green. I have a pair of twins as younger siblings, a girl and a boy. My mother is a pediatrician, she helps sick kids at the government hospital. My father is a very successful lawyer, we barely see him. Your turn, ;;)"

Woah. He wrote that all in a minute? I can't even write 1 perfect paragraph in 24 hours!

I began writing back a paragraph to him, which took me about 5 minutes to completely type out ..
 "My name is Ghaneya Al-*****, I'm 15 years old, I go to a private school in Bahrain. My favorite hobby is singing and dancing. I am gonna tryout for the dance team this year, hopefully. Pink is my favorite color. I have 1 elder brother that goes to university. He's studying in Canada. My mother passed away when I was young, she used to be a high school teacher, though. And my father is a Banker."

Fouad replied a bit later than usual this time.

"Oh nice! Hey, you haven't told me, do you have any boy.. guy... possibly boyfriend?"

"No way. So not that type of girl, don't worry." I answered back.

"Me neither, I am like the only person in my grade without a girlfriend LOL" he said.

"Me too! hahah" I wrote back.

We talked till the end of the day, since I stayed at home relaxing before school tomorrow.

Deceived; Chapter 5

I always keep on forgetting to write this but Mbarek 3alaikum ilshahar! Please tell me what you think of my new story so far on my ask.fm account or DM me on my twitter account. (Both written above).

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The sun rays laid over my eyelids and forced me to wake up and enjoy this fresh, Friday morning!

As soon as I was done my morning routine, I went downstairs and saw my beloved father cooking up some eggs for us to munch on.

Eating eggs were kind of our Friday thing, we would wake up early, eat breakfast, then leave to my grandparent's house after my father returned from the mosque.

I made my way to our white kitchen and greeted him with a lovely "Good Morning", and kissed him on the cheek. I was told to set up the dining table and switch on the television. I grabbed the jug filled with fresh, orange juice that the maid prepared for us and placed it on the table, as well.

Minutes later, we were already halfway done with our breakfast.

"So how's your new phone doing?" he asked.

"It's great! Thank you again, Baba." I replied to him once again with a thank you.

"What account did you create so far?" he questioned.

"Nothing great really, just Twitter." I looked down to my plate and continued eating.

"I'm thinking of making Twitter too, you know. Stalking my daughter is what I like to do." he said with a devilish smile and a giggle.

I giggled too.

The rest of the breakfast went ordinary, we don't usually talk at the table since it's 'eating' time and not 'talking' time.

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The girls and I met up at a restaurant to eat an early dinner, then we would decide on where to go next.

An hour after we ate, we were on our way to Munya's house.

I wanted to tell Munya about that creep that just followed me last night, but I felt it was a bit too early and not the right time, actually. I wouldn't want anyone to know other than Munya and Malak.

We spent the day over at Munya's gossiping, singing, dancing, and did everything, just like another typical day at M's.

I was the last one to stay.

I still feel it wasn't the right time to tell her because it might not even be such a big deal to her since she had twitter for like forever, and maybe being followed by a total stranger is normal?

I'll let it slip by, to not embarrass myself in overreacting.

I hadn't left Munya's house until 2 hours after everyone had gone. We talked, did sort of a fashion show, and sang along to so many songs. I have the time of my life whenever I'm with Munya, she brightens up my day and never fails to cheer me up, ever.

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On my way out the door, Munya and I said our goodbyes. About 2 minutes after that, I felt my iPhone vibrate notifying a twitter direct message. I figured out that 'DM' stood for 'direct messages' since few people on my timeline were communicating with each other by asking them to read their DMs...

I clicked on the direct message that was blinking. I couldn't quite find it so easily since my chats with my classmates about the homework were overflowing. I scrolled down to the bottom of the page.

It was from this Fouad guy.

"Hey, how you doin'?"

What? :/

Deceived; Chapter 4

Sorry I didn't post earlier, too busy xx

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So I finally created a Twitter account. I wrote my name as Ghaneya Al*****, and began following my closest friends, first.

I had a total of 296 followings and about 114 followers of all the people I knew.

At around 2 PM, I recieved a phone call from Rania saying to meet her with the rest of the girls at her house.

The girls and I planned that I will pick them all up.

We were kind of excited since we never had the chance to go beyond the yellow, front gate. Her house is still under renevation. She would always come over to our houses instead of vise versa. Although we've met her mom quite a few times at different occasions, her dad was never around, and she hardly mentions him.

About 30 minutes after the girls and I planned me picking them up, I recieved a phone call, once again from Rania saying it's her Uncle's birthday and that we had to reschedule. So, the girls and I decided to go shopping instead.

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At 7 PM, our hands were fully occupied with enormous, shopping bags. The only thing our mind was set on was our hunger screaming inside of us. We were craving frozen yogurt, so we bought one for each of us.

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After a long, tiring day, I finally changed from my blue, denim jeans, to my bright, pink shorts. From my white flowy shirt, to a snow, white tanktop. I brushed my teeth, and finally layed down on my water bed covered with a dark red douvet. I grabbed my brand new phone off the charger and observed what was in and around it.

I clicked on the twitter icon to check how far my followers became, and I noticed I got 5 new followers, out of which, 4 were my classmates. 1 of them was a guy named Fouad Al*****. I clicked on his avatar and saw him on a black horse smiling so happily to the camera. He looked about 16 to 17 years old. He had the same last names as an old friend I used to know called Maram.

His looks weren't bad, he had light brown hair, and a skin tone similar to mine. I could sense a dark shade of green eyes that the sun shone on. His bright, orange t shirt complmented his tanned skin a bit more.

Maram and I have not been friends ever since the second grade after she stole my animal crackers. I know it was so immature of us, but we were young and had no clue. I remember she mentioned she had a brother older than her, so Fouad's probably him.

I clicked on the 'follow' button and officially followed him back with full confidence and without any second thought.

Deceived; Chapter 3

I ran upstairs and entered my creamy white bedroom, changed into my shorts and t-shirt, and dozed off to a light, comfortable, night snooze.

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"Oh Ghaneya! I love you so much, will you marry me?" the prince confessed to me.

"Oh yes, yes! A trillion times yes!" I ran up to him for a big hug.

"Will you give me this honor of joining me on this horse to explore the kingdom?" he offered.

"Of course I will!" I replied.

So he helped me get on the mahogany hair colored horse. I leaned down to him to give him a light peck on the lips until he winced in disgust and said, "What are you doing, Ghaneya? Get up!"

"But I'm already on the horse" I answered him in confusion with my eyes closed, waiting for him to accept my full, red lips.

"WAKE UP! COME ON!"

I was disoriented on why the prince's tone changed all of a sudden.

"GHANEYA YOU IDIOT WAKE UP" he continued.

The prince's face abruptly changed to a familiar face; Malak's.

"IT'S 12 PM WAKE UP" Malak's irritating voice snapped me out of my fairy tale dream.

"Ugh I'm awake okay okay!" I replied to her in frustration.

I got up, changed to boring, old, house clothes and went down stairs to have a late breakfast with Malak.

I began telling her everything my father told me yesterday and about the iPhone, and told her that I can create an account.

She jumped with excitement since it's the first time I am ever allowed to do such a thing.

"I advise you to make Twitter, nobody uses Facebook nowadays anymore." Malak updated me with social news.

As soon as we were done eating brunch, we climbed up the stairs and entered my room.

I showed her the bright pink box my father kept the phone in, and then opened it to reveal the white iPhone 4s.

We decided to call the girls to join us.

Malak called Munya and Layyan, and I called Mayyar and Rania.

They came over all together as fast as you can say 'peanut butter'.

I broke the news to them. They were just as happy as Malak and I were.

The day went by normally until Malak was forced to leave by her brother, he had to drop her to her Aunty's house.

The 5 of us sat down in silence. Some used their phones, and the rest were either wandering around the room, or reading some magazines that I bought and were placed on my bedside table.

Munya asked me if I wanted to do the twitter account now, so I agreed with a bit of reluctance.

I wasn't so sure if I wanted to go for it. I'm new to it, and what if something happens? My father would be unhappy since I haven't told him which site I signed up on.

Even though I didn't have any connection with the internet universe, I still had 4 wonderful friends to keep me updated.

1 year ago;

I was walking to Math class.

Suddenly, I heard voices that I recognized. The voice of  my old innocent friend Hessa.

Hessa and I used to be friends since nursery. As the years flew by, our friendship appeared weaker and weaker.

She is as smart as I am, she shows so much love and kindness. Everyone loves her since she befriends each and every one of them.

She was shouting at her friends in anger. She was expressing to them her feelings. I couldn't help but over hear some bits of her words, "This person is ruining my life! When I find out who it is I will report them! They have no right, I swear! My reputation is extremely important!"

As soon as I finished Math, I caught up with my friends and asked them what was really going on.

They told me someone kept on talking to her anonymously and as soon as she got so attached to that account, she started confessing all her feeling and secrets. A while later, he stopped talking to her and spread all her secrets along with embarrassing moments.

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I was too afraid to risk it, what if something happens to me?

But my friends would be by my side, so what's the worst that can happen, right?




Full Name: Ghaneya Al-*****
Email: ghaneya.*****@hotmail.com
Password: **********

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Sign up for Twitter
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And I clicked on the bright yellow tab and went for it.

Deceived; Chapter 2

Second chapter of my new story Deceived!

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I got out of the car, and pushed the dark, brown, wooden door and extended my right foot and entered the house.

I greeted my grandmother, wished her happy birthday, and then continued on greeting the rest of the family.
I was almost done kissing and hugging everyone until I spotted Malak.

Malak is my cousin from my dad's side and is a year older than me, which makes her 16. She and I have been almost sisters ever since we were little. Whenever I needed someone to talk to, she's always there for me, no matter what.

I kissed Malak and hugged her, too. We were talking about how our grandmother got so surprised with her birthday cake that she almost fainted!

Then we switched to a topic about my birthday. What should we do? Who to invite? Where is it gonna be?
We eventually decided to have a small dinner party at my house to celebrate it with only our closest friends.

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Well, today's my birthday. I'm officially 15. Munya and I were always the last ones to age in our little group.

Munya and Malak came over to get ready for the dinner party at around 10 in the morning. We did our nails and hair, and then finally put on our dresses when it was time.

My father was there to help us when the girls arrived, just in case of any emergency.

By 8 PM, everyone was already munching on their platters. After dinner, we danced a bit and began talking, laughing, and eating mini desserts that our cook prepared for us.

Everyone had to leave by 12 AM, and some left a few gifts on the glass table on their way out. I wasn't really the 'gifts' type of person.

I was more of the 'let's just party' type, presents didn't matter that much to me, but it would be really kind of someone if they took their time searching for something to buy me, I would really appreciate it.

Malak slept over that night since she wanted to spend more time with me.

We stayed up all night until 3 in the morning. Malak fell asleep while playing cards, while I wasn't really that tired yet.

I went downstairs to get a glass of water, when I see my father smoking a cigarette while reading a book on our leather, beige couch.

 He knew how much Fahad and I hated to see him smoke, and he knew how much it killed him, yet he still continuously smoked, day and night. He started this bad habit ever since my mother's death. He watched the love of his life die right in front of his eyes in that tragic car accident. Till today he still feels it was his fault she died, since he was the one driving the car.

I approached him and sat near him watching him place the cigarette into the nearby cigarette plate. He turned his head to face me and gave me a big hug for no apparent reason.

5 minutes later of pure silence, he got up from his warm seat, and headed to the food closet, and got out a box wrapped with pink wrapping paper and a black ribbon to add a simple yet pretty touch to the gift.

He returned to me and handed it over.

I was too excited to say thank you, but instead opened the present right away.

An iPhone.

I thanked him so much and gave him a big, cuddly hug.

He then told me that he had something very important to tell me.

"Since you're 15 at the moment, I've decided to get you this type of phone because I know how much you've craved it, and earned it with your high marks. And since I'm giving you this, I condone you to make just one account that you want for easier communication with Munya and Malak, and the rest of your friends. I know that everyone has one and that's why I didn't want you to feel left out as my daughter. I've seen you use the house computer wisely and well, so I don't see any reason for you to have some privacy at this age, so why not buy you an iPhone?" he said.

I replied to him with an enormous grin on my face, "Thank you thank you thank you so much, Baba! You won't regret it, I promise! I love you thank you!"

At that moment I felt my father has finally put full trust and faith in me.

I ran upstairs and entered my creamy white bedroom, changed into my shorts and t-shirt, and dozed off to a light, comfortable, night snooze.

Deceived; Chapter 1

Hellooo! Yes this is my new story called "Deceived". It's a totally different story than my previous story. Enjoy it!

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"....": Wake up Ghaneya! The driver is waiting for you outside, you'll be late for your grandmother's birthday!

The sound of my most annoying nanny Lucy distracted me from my dreams and woke me up to reality.

I obeyed her and woke up, and did my morning routine.

I put on a casual, blue dress, and applied just a bit of simple makeup. I hardly apply since my skin is naturally flawless.

I grabbed a Maltesers from the fridge and entered the car.

Sooner or later, without even noticing, I had reached my grandmother's house.

So where do I begin? My name is Ghaneya, I'm 14 years old close to turning 15. I have a very social character, I don't get mad very quickly, I have a very stable mood, which is mostly happy. My family always comes first. My friends are so thoughtful and kind, they stick with me through everything.

I have light, brown, straight hair. I'm a bit tall, and I'm satisfied with my weight, I'm not too thin nor fat, I see myself as an average teenage girl. My skin is light with a bit of a tan.

I am extremely close to my father. My mother passed away when I was about 7 years old. I miss her more and more every day. My father never cuts me short, he tries his best to give me everything I need and desire.

I've always wanted an iPhone. My father wants me to stick with Blackberry until my grades are high enough. He doesn't let me create accounts on the internet, since he's the "protective" type. Even though all my friends have iPhones, Facebook, and Twitter etc.. I don't ever receive any urge to do so, I feel it's sort of useless.

I am very careful with my school grades. I study a lot, and at the same time have a social life. My grades are quite high, although my father still wants them to increase a bit higher. However, I'm doing my best to raise his head and make him proud.

I go to a private school, where mostly every girl I'm not friends with has a boyfriend. I don't see the point of it, really. What's the point if he's gonna break your heart anyway? My friends and I are so not the type of girls that have bad reputations.

My friends and I are a group of 5, including me. There's Layyan, Mayyar, Rania, and Munya. The closest one to me is Munya. Our mother's have been best friends ever since their youth, until my mother passed away. Our birthdays are only 1 month apart. I'm older, though. My grandmother and her grandmother also used to be friends. That's how their friendship has passed down from my mother to me. Let's hope our kids turn out like us.

I have a very tight bond with my cousins and brother. My brother's name is Fahad. He goes to university at the moment, but before that, we used to do everything together. Our mother's death brought us closer to each other, probably because we were too scared to leave one another.

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I got out of the car, and pushed the dark, brown, wooden door and extended my right foot and entered the house.