Jamaal Amir Haidar
Dinner was unusually quite, normally we don't leave by the rules don't talk while you are eating. Immediately we were all done, mum cleared her throat loudly. I think she heard our discussions when we were in my room. Azeez was a bit too loud. Ayesha tried to reassure me she didn't hear anything. But I knew my mum better than them. She rarely knocks but this time around she knocked.
"Azeez and Ayesha, you will both be going back to your parents tomorrow morning." My mum said, breaking the silence.
"Aunty Nabila," Ayesha whispered sadly. I felt bad for her, this place was the only place she could be free, even if it is not for long. Going back to her parents was like going back to a prison after so many years of freedom.
"Mum, but they are supposed to stay with us till they graduate from H
Olivia Keller I was able to bring in the pregnancy test kits without them knowing I hid something underneath my skirt. The lady who sold it for me didn't give me a weird look as I expected, she must have gotten used to teenagers coming over to buy the kits. I held on to the bag of chocolates as I passed through the living room to my room. I could feel mum's stare behind me. It was time to get this done and over with, I can't be pregnant at this moment. I turned the key, making sure I locked the door. The last thing I want was for my mum to come in while doing the test. I pulled out the test kits, I bought just three, and I am going to use the three. I went into the bathroom quietly. I sat on the toilet lid, holding the test kits in my hands. I was damn scared, the previous discussions my mum had with me kept replaying in my mind. I promis
Olivia Keller I was very far from home and it was already getting dark. I felt restless, a pregnant teenager walking down the streets late at night. This part of the street was getting dark and cold. I have been in a stupor since I found out about my pregnancy. My mind was blank. I already made up my mind not to go back home, I had nowhere to go. My cell phone suddenly began to ring, I picked it up immediately, I totally forgot I had my phone with me. Jamaal was boldly on the screen. "Hello Jamaal." I said into the phone. "Hi, Olivia. Are you okay. Your voice seems cracked, have you been crying?" He asked in a rush. I kept mute, I couldn't bring myself to tell him I have been crying. "Olivia, why are you quiet?" He asked. "Did you get the test
Olivia Keller My head was banging seriously, I tried to pry my heavy eyes open. I succeded in opening my eyes. I couldn't recognize where I was, I could only see woods and planks piled up everywhere. This place seems like a carpenter's workshop. I tried to talk but my mouth was covered with a tape. I realised my hands were tied behind me, my buttocks hurt from sitting on the wooden chair I was. So, it wasn't a dream. I was actually kidnapped. I wonder how many days I have been here, it feels like ages. Suddenly I heard footsteps coming closer, two people walked into the workshop, one was a male and the other was a female. They both looked somehow familiar to me, I'm sure I have seen them somewhere before. They both walked closer to me, I realized they were teenagers like me, they both came into view. I was shocked to my toes. I wanted to scream, but I couldn't. The tape was o
Drew RiversThe whole school found out what happened to Olivia and Jamaal. None of us ever imagined they were siblings. I felt so bad for Olivia, she was in love with Jamaal but everything just ended abruptly. "Are you missing Olivia?" Vicenzo asked."Yes, I do. She was the best friend I never had.""But you should be happy for her, you know things might be worst for her if she comes back into this school, I'm glad she is leaving the country. That is the best thing for her, at moment. I hope she heals completely of this traumas." He whispered, caressing my cheeks."Do you know, she losed the pregnancy? I feel really bad for her. I muttered under my breath." "Don't, I think it is best for her.""Now, I'm scared of sex. I don't
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Olivia KellerI crept quietly towards the school hall, it was empty meaning everyone would be in the class right now. Luckily I was able to avoid Imogen and her minions, even though I knew I would be in trouble for not doing their assignments. Neither did I do that of Jamaal. My main priority was to avoid them through out today, I took slow steps, walking like the slow cautious centipede. I had history for first period and Mrs Bryan hates tardiness, that simply means I was going to miss history class.I pinched my nose in frustration, I hated missing any of my class, I try not to jeopardize anything that will affect my grades but I've got tormentors.Suddenly, I felt a hand on my neck. I immediately stiffened up. I could feel the metallic taste of fear burning at the back of my throat, I turned around slowly, gulping the lump of fear
Olivia Keller As I walked into the hall way, passing through the locker room. I could hear low whispers. Here in my school, Crown high school. We don't wear uniforms. We students wear whatever we like, though some students misuse the opportunity. The whispers already got me curious. I couldn't figure out what the matter was, but the only thing I could grasps from the whispers was pregnant. I grabbed my textbooks from my locker, pushing back the tiny papers scribbled with insults. I picked one out of many and began moving towards the art room. Mr Collins the literary professor is sure to come to class early today as usual. I ducked my head as I walked, adjusting my glasses. Being a nerd and a dork has always made me an object of bully. The papers seems to be increasing everyday.
Olivia KellerI ducked my head as I walked through the hall ways, I could feel hands pushing me out of the way trying to get past me."That jean is as old has my late grandma." I heard someone tell out.Being a nerd in school was like being a nobody, being poor is like having a disease. Everyone here wears the latest designers and all. But here I am stucked with the clothes I've been wearing for months. I'm not complaining, but a tiny part of me still wish I was popular. Who am I kidding, I am an idol to my readers and I have inspired a lot of people to begin writing, but none of them knows who I am truly. I was like a mysterious writer, my insta_gram page, face_book page and twitter page were strictly for writing, none of it involves my private life. The most shocking thing was that, some of my bullies are actually my fans.Imogen and her minions were gathered at the fro
Drew RiversThe whole school found out what happened to Olivia and Jamaal. None of us ever imagined they were siblings. I felt so bad for Olivia, she was in love with Jamaal but everything just ended abruptly. "Are you missing Olivia?" Vicenzo asked."Yes, I do. She was the best friend I never had.""But you should be happy for her, you know things might be worst for her if she comes back into this school, I'm glad she is leaving the country. That is the best thing for her, at moment. I hope she heals completely of this traumas." He whispered, caressing my cheeks."Do you know, she losed the pregnancy? I feel really bad for her. I muttered under my breath." "Don't, I think it is best for her.""Now, I'm scared of sex. I don't
Olivia Keller My head was banging seriously, I tried to pry my heavy eyes open. I succeded in opening my eyes. I couldn't recognize where I was, I could only see woods and planks piled up everywhere. This place seems like a carpenter's workshop. I tried to talk but my mouth was covered with a tape. I realised my hands were tied behind me, my buttocks hurt from sitting on the wooden chair I was. So, it wasn't a dream. I was actually kidnapped. I wonder how many days I have been here, it feels like ages. Suddenly I heard footsteps coming closer, two people walked into the workshop, one was a male and the other was a female. They both looked somehow familiar to me, I'm sure I have seen them somewhere before. They both walked closer to me, I realized they were teenagers like me, they both came into view. I was shocked to my toes. I wanted to scream, but I couldn't. The tape was o
Olivia Keller I was very far from home and it was already getting dark. I felt restless, a pregnant teenager walking down the streets late at night. This part of the street was getting dark and cold. I have been in a stupor since I found out about my pregnancy. My mind was blank. I already made up my mind not to go back home, I had nowhere to go. My cell phone suddenly began to ring, I picked it up immediately, I totally forgot I had my phone with me. Jamaal was boldly on the screen. "Hello Jamaal." I said into the phone. "Hi, Olivia. Are you okay. Your voice seems cracked, have you been crying?" He asked in a rush. I kept mute, I couldn't bring myself to tell him I have been crying. "Olivia, why are you quiet?" He asked. "Did you get the test
Olivia Keller I was able to bring in the pregnancy test kits without them knowing I hid something underneath my skirt. The lady who sold it for me didn't give me a weird look as I expected, she must have gotten used to teenagers coming over to buy the kits. I held on to the bag of chocolates as I passed through the living room to my room. I could feel mum's stare behind me. It was time to get this done and over with, I can't be pregnant at this moment. I turned the key, making sure I locked the door. The last thing I want was for my mum to come in while doing the test. I pulled out the test kits, I bought just three, and I am going to use the three. I went into the bathroom quietly. I sat on the toilet lid, holding the test kits in my hands. I was damn scared, the previous discussions my mum had with me kept replaying in my mind. I promis
Jamaal Amir Haidar Dinner was unusually quite, normally we don't leave by the rules don't talk while you are eating. Immediately we were all done, mum cleared her throat loudly. I think she heard our discussions when we were in my room. Azeez was a bit too loud. Ayesha tried to reassure me she didn't hear anything. But I knew my mum better than them. She rarely knocks but this time around she knocked. "Azeez and Ayesha, you will both be going back to your parents tomorrow morning." My mum said, breaking the silence. "Aunty Nabila," Ayesha whispered sadly. I felt bad for her, this place was the only place she could be free, even if it is not for long. Going back to her parents was like going back to a prison after so many years of freedom. "Mum, but they are supposed to stay with us till they graduate from H
Jamaal Amir Haidar "Is there something bothering you?" Ayesha asked. She was the only one I told about going to see Olivia. She came into my room immediately she found out I was back. "Have you found out from your dad?" I asked. She just realized she was betrothed to Liam few weeks ago. "I don't want to talk about it," she whispered. "Were you able to see Olivia?" She asked. "Is she okay?" She asked again. "Ayesha, you won't believe this." I whispered, raking my hands over my head. The door of my room opened and Azeez stepped in. His face was cloudy, he looked worried. He sat on my bed with a thud. "I think Imogen
Olivia Keller The rays of sunlight coming from the opened window shined on my face. I yawned loudly, stretching my arms lazily. I looked around, even though I wake up late on Saturdays, I still hear the chirpings of the morning birds no matter what, but this morning was different. What happened to those birds, did they go on strike. I massaged my temple, why does my head feel heavy. I pushed my duvet away from my body, putting my legs on the floor. I flinched immediately the cold seeped into my feets. I grabbed my laptop from my lamp table and charged it. I need to get some writing done. I picked up my cellphone to check the time. "One am," I muttered under my breath, I can't believe I slept this late. I spent last night drafting the hate to love relationship of my mum and Detective Arnold into my plot. Writing, that has been the only one thing that has been keeping my
Olivia Keller I felt so sore and tender, my thighs were burning. It was hard for me to walk properly. I can't believe I let this happen. I didn't let him speak to me, the drive back to my house was a quiet one. I suddenly felt a great irritation for him. Thanks to him I just ruined my promise to my mum. Detective Arnold's car was parked at the small space we used for garage. I knew my mum was at home then. I couldn't limp inside this way with out her asking what happened. I forced my thighs closed, it hurts a lot but I held on. I just have to endure the pain till I got to my room. Mum and detective Arnold were both on the three seater couch, cuddling as usual. "Hey baby." Mum called, sitting up immediately. I smiled at her and went up to my room. I locked my door immediately. I tried to wrestle with the pain
Olivia Keller "I think I'm in love with you." His confession kept echoing in my head repeatedly. "Are you not going to say it back?" He asked, moving towards me. He sat next to me till our shoulders brushed each other. "And, why should I say it back?" I asked, smiling. "Or should I get it out of you. I have ways of getting it out of you." He replied. "Ways like what," I teased, licking my lips. I turned my face to his, he was already looking at me, his gaze shifted to my lips. "Can I kiss you?" He suddenly asked out of the blues. "If you want to." I replied. "I love you Olivia," he said, looking at me like I was the most important thing that has ever happened in his life.