Moving On ..

authors note : Hey! guys im madia & im new to wattpad but i've been writing bits before and i live in imagination so i think i should fit in :D xx enjoy x

 Name: Maha Hussain

Age? : whats it to you?

About?: well here's my story. Muslim. Pakistani girl from the United Kingdom .. I dont judge and you are not my god so i'd appreciate if you wouldn't judge me! .. I come across kind of Bitchy but im not I just like setting the record straight if you know what i mean.

I put on my navy trousers, white shirt, school jumper and then my headscarf, It was funny how for the last four years I was complaining about how I wanna get out of this crappy school and at this momment im hugging my uniform and next to tears! dont get me wrong a holiday would be nice, but to come but and not go to my school DAUMN!. and where im going to be living is NOT a holiday destination. I picked up my bag off the back of my chair and stood in the middle of the room breathing in and out, I was just staring at my hot pink walls. I noticed my Eminem poster was still there, im not mad or anything but at times i'd talk to him ... yes, it does sound a tad bit mad but when you go to an all girls school and live around here, then yeah you have lonley times.  My Nicki Minaj one slightly below it and my Lupe fiasco one. My room was full of boxes and markings all over my walls I then decided to face the woman throwing me across the world -.- "MAYAAA!" i heard my mum scream looking back at my room and breathing out one last time i hit the door and ran towards the stairs, taking every step like i was a bride walking up the aisle.

Mum was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs, I wanted to be cold and ignore her but i couldn't I just wanted to go up to her and hug her "Mum" at this point a tear came out of my left eye. "Maya, I want you to know that I'm doing this for you" I interupted her " what? pulling me away from my family? friends? school? education? America has a complete different system, everything I do here will have gone to waste, I'll be the 'muslim' girl there and i'll have NOBODY." she looked at me close to tears but I know my mum she wont show sign of weakness, she's STRONG.! "Maya his your father and you need to spend some time with him too, & new york is full of Muslim people your smart, beautiful and have a lovely personality he has a daughter your age and a son older then you, they converted to Islam aswell as their mother okay" I didn't care if they converted my dad had fucked of years ago to America to live with them so I hated them. Mum and me hugged for like five minutes it was so long but i honestly did not mind "listen, your plane leaves at 5:30 so make sure your home and I'll take you to the airport okay, have a good last day" I stared at her for the last time "thanks mum" and on that note I walked out the door for the last day at school...

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Chapter two:

authors note : I've decided to paragraph a bit more now, apologies for the bad paragraphing in chapter one and also Im trying not to swear or curse as much lol! enjoy xx

*Tylers P.O.V (Maya's Dad's step son --)

It's kind of weird how the house is being cleaned, her rooms being set up and yet we dont know the girl at all, I mean I know she's Aaron's daughter but at the end of the day come'on!. Aaron saved me from a lot of stuff in my life and set me on the right path so i owe it to him to make her welcome, his already told me she hated him. "TYLER get down this instant" eugh, school! I grabbed my bag and made my way down the stairs as I walked into the kitchen Aaron's pacing around the kitchen table.

"Tyler, as you know Maya's going to be here tonight and I want you to make her comfortable okay, this is Aaron's last chance to make things right" mum started lecturing me. "MUM, seriously what do you think I'm going to do to her?. Its cool, not like I have to be angry at her, she's probably going to hate us more, dont you think" I crunched the toast in my hand and looked at Aaron, by this time he was sitting at the table biting at his fingers. "His right khadija' she doesn't want to know me, It took so much for me to contact her mum and you know, but i honestly love her" he looked up at mum and then back down at his empty plate. I looked at the time and screamed for my little sister, she's the same age as this Maya girl, Im hoping they get along but my sisters a typical 15 year old .. I have a feeling Maya's not going to be in love with justin bieber or miley cyrus.