Chapter one.

First chapter!!! Yippie, so I'd like to let you all know that I am very new at this so please if you have any suggestions or corrections I'd be more than happy to add/edit them. Oh and please tell me what you guys think? It's not that long, I know. But I figured since its my first chapter why not wait till you get feedback? Enjoy x  

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Why do I still care? Why do I EVEN care??? Let me tell you one thing, getting over someone or at least 'trying to' is not easy… not as easy as I thought it would be. But I'm not letting it affect me. New year, new me! Annnd it seems like I've forgotten to introduce myself, typical me. I'm deema! A fifteen year old stubborn but bubbly Saudi girl. I'm average height, not too tall or too short. I have long naturally curly black hair and my mother's big light eyes. 

 

I was going over with mom to her friend's house since she hasn't seen her since we got back from America. “mammmaa do I have to? I don't really feel like going out today,” I whined. 

“deemmi yallah 7bebti get dressed or we'll be late, plus she has a nice girl that's around your age. Noura? Don't you remember her?” she said, trying to convince me without even bothering to answer my question. I remember noura… we used to always play together when we were little with her brother 3body and I'd always invite her to my parties, we were pretty close childhood friends! This might not be so bad after all, I love meeting mew people. Or in my case, "reuniting" with old friends. So I wore a simple but cute yellow maxi dress and paired it with my black prada heels to edge up my outfit a little, left my curly hair natural, applied mascara and lipstick. Ta-da! All ready to go, my heels click clacked on the marble floor as I made my way downstairs, got my 3baya and hopped in the car where mom was patiently waiting for me since she surprisingly finished early. 

After about half an hour of mom telling the driver where to go, we arrived. As soon as I saw their house all these memories came floating back… I was pretty excited to see noura, I greeted 5alty amany, wow her face looked exactly the same as it did 10 years ago mashallah. And there was noura!!! She had the same adorable baby face and she has grown so much, she was taller than me! I saw how her faced made an 'o' shape when she saw me so I took that as a sign that she recognized me and pulled her into the tightest hug.

“Tell me everything that happened while you were in America, A-Z!!” she squeaked excitedly. 

“alright alright” I replied laughing at how cute she gets when she's excited, and from there endless gossiping took place.