I could see myself as a professional ballerina back stage, applying the last bit of make-up to my face.The audience would be clapping and cheering for me, chanting my name in the huge auditorium.
'WE WANT JANA, WE WANT JANA, WE WANT JANA, WE WANT JANA' they would yell demanding the blood-red silk curtains to open, so the show can begin. I start dancing and dancing on the stage and they would cheer me on. I would feel as light as a feather, drifting up, up and away twirling as I would soar higher up to the sky. Suddenly,A great force was pushing me down. I started screaming as I was falling uncontrollably at lightning speed. I couldn't hear the crowd cheering for me anymore. The houses and cars seemed to be getting bigger, the closer I reached to the ground. Then, with a big thud I crashed down and everything went pitch black.
I woke up gasping for breath. It was just a dream, an ugly horrifying dream. I looked at the clock, it was 4am. My throat felt dry so I decided to go down to fetch a water bottle. Luckily my parents and my two younger twin sisters were all in a deep sleep. I opened the refrigerator and got out an ice-cold water bottle and drank it. I felt refreshed after that so, I quickly went up the stairs and slid into my comfy off-white bed and tried to get at least 2 hours of sleep before I had to wake up for school at 6:30am
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'Yalla jana, wake up! Time for school!' said the maid Lisa in her fillipino accent.
Lisa was our maid since 7amad, my 22 year-old brother, was born.
I groaned, I don't want to wake up for school. I'd much rather stay under the warm comfort of my turquoise covers that matched my turquoise wallpaper in my room.
'Don't make me call baba!' she threatened. My dad was a jolly old man, but he is defiantly NOT a morning person.
'Okay,okay uff ' I said giving up. I jumped out of bed showing that I was wide awake to Lisa so she would leave, and I walked to the bathroom half asleep.
I looked at the mirror and saw my reflection, It was a girl, with almond-shaped eyes that were a dark honey colour. She had chocolate-coloured curls that reached below her waist and pastel pink lips.
That girl is a future professional ballerina, A soft voice in my head said.
I smiled, all my life I've been going to ballet lessons. My mom told me that she made me go as soon as I could walk, or waddle. (I was very chubby and clumsy in my younger years, and that was partly why she took me to ballet lessons,so I can restore my balance). My mom is very special to me. Although sometimes she pushes me to my limit, I'm glad because whatever she makes me do has had a positive income. I love my mom, and I wouldn't want anyone else to replace her.
When I had finished from the bathroom, I got dressed in our uncomfortable cheap-material school uniform. It was a white 8amee9 with a blue tie, and a black skirt that reached below the knees. (NOTICE: This school uniform is ENTIRELY made-up) I combed my messy hair, until it regained it's glossiness and put it into a messy bun with two strands of my curls falling on the side. I applied a small amount of foundation to my face and packed my lilac bag with my school books and shoved my iPhone in the pocket, I was ready to go.
I went down the stairs, to the kitchen and grabbed the carton of KDD red orange juice. I poured it into a glass and drank it all in one gulp. I then fixed some tea for mama while she was still in bed, she was a bit sick.
'TINISHHHH' I called. Tinish was our other maid, the one who did the cleaning and most of the cooking.
'Yes madam' she said running down the stairs.
'Can you make for mama the omelet she likes?' I asked.
'Okay' she replied getting the eggs out of the fridge.
I took a tray and put the hot cup of tea over it, and a note that had a little poem I wrote to mama to cheer her up.
'When you finish the omelet take this to mama room okay?' I said to Tinish and walked out of the door.
Layan and Rayan, my 7 year-old twin sisters were already in the car with Lisa and Saif (our driver).
I entered the car hastily, putting my bag on my lap as i sat down and got out my phone.
I had two messages, both of them were from Yousef. Yousef was my cousin. He has dark brown curly hair, and lovely brown eyes. He is tall and tan, and has semi-full lips. We've been best friends since the first time we met each-other. He goes to my school, but he's a year older than me. We whatsapp each-other 24/7. One thing I'm worried about our friendship is that if one of us falls for the other, everything will go wrong.
Yousef: Good morning Jana:*
Yousef: Are you awake?
Jana: Gm! Yes, I'm awake:D
Yousef: Where are you? I can't see you:(
Jana: I'm still not at school, idiot-.-
Yousef: But I'm a cute idiot, right?
Jana: You realized you just referred to yourself as an idiot? LOL!
I sent that message and closed my phone since we reached school. I went out of the car and entered our school gates. My best friend, Tamara ran up to me. Although Tamara was REALLY skinny, she ate like a pig, no joke. She has straight brown hair, that was dip-dyed in a pale peach colour that went really well with her light skin tone. Her eyes were oval-shaped, and were a deep shade of brown. I can count on her to keep all my secrets.
'JAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNAAAAAA!' Tamara said when she was standing next to me.
'I'm right here,Tamara' I said.
'Did you notice how Yousef is staring at you?' she gabbled.
Tamara had always thought that Yousef liked me.
'I'm telling you Jana, he's likes you,for sure.' she said.
'Tamara, I understand how you would think that but trust me, me and him are JUST friends.' I assured her.
'But it's destinyyy!' she pleaded.
Tamara is one of the people that watch a lot of romance movies, and reads a lot of romance novels.
Tamara is one of the people that watch a lot of romance movies, and reads a lot of romance novels.
She started talking about the blog she was currently reading.
'I can't believe it! It was Saif not Nawaf! Amal taksir il5a6ir walla!' she said talking about her favourite blog Masque. (It's a real blog,I encourage you to read it,it's AMAZING! http://www.v-ie.blogspot.com/)
'Yeah yeah' I replied, not really listening to her. I saw Yousef looking at me.
My phone vibrated,I looked around to see if any teachers were watching. I took it out and checked it.
It was from Yousef.
Yousef: You look so cute when your blushing:p
Jana: I'm not blushing!
I touched my cheeks, they were hot. Oh no, I was blushing!
Yousef: You are! Tomato face!:D
Jana: It's not funny.
I wasn't really mad but he took it seriously.
Yousef: Sorry, I didn't mean to make you angry.
Jana: I'm not angry:p I have to go to class now,ba3dain akalmik!
