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.
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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.
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