Hectic Life of A Muslim Girl (ON HOLD)

Chapter 6 ~ Welcome Home... Part One

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Chapter 6 ~ Welcome Home... Part One

Lina's POV

I unpacked my bags and took a moment to take in to my surroundings. I'm finally home again. The place where I've grown up and have had many memories. Some worth remembering and others that should just remain in the past. I leap on my bed staring at the ceiling, awaiting the visit of my siblings.

The door knocks with the same three knock that everyone does. I sigh and seat up, straightening up my sweater.

"Come in," I say, hesitantly. The doorknob turns and my mom peeks through the door. I breathe out of relief. "Oh hi Mom." I was able to return my breathing to normal pace.

"Hey, its mommy to you!" My mom jokingly says sternly. She looks at me with a serious look but later burst into a laughing fit. "Honey, its hard being the tough mom, I think I'll stay the free-spirit-who-loves-her-children-but-once-you-get-me-mad-the-monster-unleashes mom!"

I give a small laugh and sigh. "So I'm pretty much stuck here aren't I?" Not that I hate my family or anything just not used to it. It's like a bat being raised by walruses. A weird experience. "Can I go out and walk around? Just for a few minutes, 15 minutes tops."

Her expression fell, almost like she'd been disappointed. "Yeah, yeah, go ahead loves," She smiled, although it was totally unbelievable.

I nod at her and jump out of bed smiling. But I forgot something. I turn back to my mom "Hey mom?" I ask her still beaming. "Do you still request takeout food on Tuesdays?"

She breaks out of her frown to a goofy grin "No, not in a long time,"

"Well, what if we bring that back? The Dairy Shack's Super Triple chocolate cheesecake with whip cream and four cherries on top? Five orders of that! Maybe six, in case me I want another one." I say in one breath. I haven't had that order since I was 13 and a little chubby. I slimmed down naturally I guess, but still eat like a caveman. "So? What do you say 'Free Spirit'?"

My mother looks at me as if I was Oprah. Shocked and Surprised. "I say, get me the number!" She gets up and makes a run for it downstairs. Perks of being the youngest I guess.

The bright sunshine slightly burns my eyes. I quickly shield them. I look around again. I'm home, home sweet home. I once again smile to myself.

I walk over to the local park and stop to stare at an end swing set. I look both ways to see if the coast is clear and run to the swing set as like the five-year-old in my burst out. I look at the swing seat and flip it over to see under it.

L.W + B.W = Best friends Forever.

I smile to myself thinking about Benny. He was my best friend since the first day of kindergarten. Instead of the old cliché tale, of a boy defending a girl from a gang of bullies. Well, that's not how I roll.

Benny was a small boy. Real thin, with skinny fingers. He had really bad eyes considering the fact he had the thickest glasses ever. I remember with a light olive skin and light brown hair. Very small and thin, meaning he was an easy target to get bullied.

On the first day of school everyone anticipated for it. Well mostly the parents who don't have to deal with their children for three hours. As a bright 4 year old, I made friends with everyone. We were all friends. When Snack time came along, we all sat on the alphabet rug. I noticed one kid in the corner of the rug. He was faced to the wall, eating a couple of apple slices in a baggy. I frown at the sight of someone so alone and sad, I did the courageous thing and sat with him.