• I sigh. I have to sigh. No one understand me- not even my own friends! My friend's always like, "Sehar! You know that jerk hates you! Why risk it? You'll be in tears before you know it!" That jerk by the way is a kid the WHOLE school knows very well: Ali Al-Falih. I've known him- well, I knew him because his sister's my friend- for about 2-3 years, but this is the first year we've had joint classes together.
    I have feelings for him- I seriously do! But now I think it;s time to give up.........
    It was on Feb. 4th when we had our first mishap. It was late- around 10:00pm. We had to stay late because of the school spelling bee. The boys and some of the girls were having a snowball fight. I joined. I knew very well who I was going to attack: Ali. Well, I was really willing to because earlier that night he'd called one of my friends bull s**t! That got her pretty mad if you ask me. She chased him around the whole school building- don't ask if the building's big though!? I had to bring Lena down before she tried to beat the crap out of him! Well back to the snowball fight. I snuck up on Ali and threw three pieces of hard snow at him. I couldn't blame him for being mad because if someone attacked me when I wasn't looking, I'd be pretty mad- especially in front of my friends which happened to him! He came full speed ahead at me! I had to side-step to avoid him. I don't know what, but some instinct made me grab his hood and pull it backwards! I was shocked that I nearly choked him........
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    Another sorrow tale on Feb. the 19th I must say..............( This part is going to be in a story format because I have it typed up and it was for my English class)

    A Tale of Sorrow
    Hello there. I see you have not much to do- maybe I could tell you a tale? I don’t have many happy stories to tell though….. Well, I guess I could still tell you a story- maybe I could tell you a sad one? One abominable day……
    “No way!” I gasped. Shaheeda was telling her point of a movie she had seen over the weekend. “Yes! He foiled her- just not with foil. Then a reaper came and slapped her to death because he enjoyed it.” “Ya ya!” Raneem mumbled through a mouthful of chips, “Y’know, if Sehar was to say this, she’d be like, ‘He deluded her and pried with her feelings.’”
    I grabbed a piece of notebook paper and doodled a little picture with some subtitles:


    I threw the paper at Raneem’s forehead and she opened the paper and told me, “This is trash, and trash belongs in a trash can.” Then she marched off. “Hey are you guys coming to the event tomorrow night?” Shaheeda and Noor nodded and Lena turned to me. “I do not have the initiative to decide- Adya,” I shrugged. Raneem shook her head and said that the events are ALWAYS boring.
    Later that day, we helped putting the things for the event together. Since it was Friday, we stayed for Jumaa prayers then left. Then, one-by-one, we arrived on Saturday night.
    When I entered the building I saw Noor’s sister, Rama or Donna, this was resourceful information. I went to the cafeteria and saw Noor, Lena, Shaheeda, and Nuria! I joined them and noticed Noor was engulfing me with a glare in her eyes that meant she was looking for them.
    She formulated a raid on my pocket and yelled, “Where are they!?” She knew I knew she wanted the ICEBREAKERS SOURS (a.k.a. sour mints). I pushed her off and said,” I left them at home- okay?” She glared at me and sat back down; then a newer- but not different- face replaced her: Nuria! “Hi Nuria!” “Hi Sehar,” she shook my hand. I sat down and we negotiated a bit, then I wandered off into the hallway.
    “Seeehar! Seehar Seehar Seehar!” I turned around and saw Walid (my arch enemy- well, at least one of them) who was chanting my name the way a donkey would- only if the donkey knew how to talk that is. “Seriously Walid?” I walked over to him and he yelped and made it for the back exit. Ali, Noor’s older brother, was there too. “Yeah Seehar!” he yelled at me. I was thinking, ‘What on Earth? What is he doing? He doesn’t have to butt in does he?’ I can see- well, I can’t SEE, but I can tell- that you’re confused; well, so was I. But he wanted me mad.
    Ali ran out of the building and I wanted to believe he was scared, but he wanted me to pursue; and I fell for it. When I followed him outside, I chased him for a while, and then he climbed something out of my reach. Then he started yelling rigorous words and insults at me. I would have given him the title “Unerring Ali”. He seemed so sure he was doing the right thing.
    I thought Ali wanted me to think of this night of a memento of what he wants me to believe he is: cruel and heartless. Then I recalled the story Shaheeda had told us the day before. I thought of refurbishing the panorama; because I felt like that girl. I knew the consequences of this night. I had a new enemy- and a dark and lonely path……….