"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.
"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.
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