Red or black; I cant seem to decide which color to wear and
time isn’t being supportive at all. The only skill that I actually need in life
is the one I lack. Decisions, decisions and more decisions everywhere… what
dress to wear, to skip class or not to, to workout or sleep… I need a
decision-making assistant in my life. Wouldn’t life be easier, I… I think
that’s my phone ringing. I wasted more time daydreaming.
“Red or black, quick.”
“NOUUUUF, you didn’t dress up yet! I should’ve guessed. Wear the black one, red lipstick and that necklace you wore last week. Now! I’m five minutes away.”
“You’re a life saver. Bye.”
I giggle at the thought that Lojain is my decision making assistant. A very bossy assistant I must add. I admire her personality; though it is nowhere next to mine. Sometimes it surprises me why we are still friends.
I slide into the passenger seat and stare at Lojain. As with every wedding, she is looking like a celebrity. I don’t know how she does it, but she does it flawlessly. Her cheekbone structures her naturally tanned face beautifully, and with her excellent makeup skills, you’ve got a superstar. It is just her ego that stands in her way. She calls it prestige.
“ayayaaay, sexy red dress.”
I couldn’t help not giving her the look as we got off the car. So that’s the reason. “You’re going to give all those mothers hard time fighting over you…”
Lojain smirks at me, “And may the best contestant win” and starts walking towards the ballroom like she’s on some kind of runway. How do girls walk that fast in high heels? I can barely walk in them.
“You know I’m starting to think I’m the reason you have ego issues… no, please don’t wait for…
My legs surrendered to the mighty heels that managed to tangle their way into the ends of my dress. I drop down admitting defeat. I tripped. Actually half tripped. Some kind of force on my right arm is holding me up, preventing me from the unquestionable fall to my nose.
It not a force, it’s a grab.
“Shit”
A deep masculine voice; this is your night Nouf. This is the start of your romantic tale, your knight in shinning armor just saved you from a fall.
“If you can’t walk in them, don’t wear them”
His voice brought me back to life. His rude tone slapped me in my face while his words urged my brain to echo "Nouf you're stupid" again and again.
I straighten up as he walks away. Why the rudeness? You’re not that good-looking anyway, I lie to myself.
“Red or black, quick.”
“NOUUUUF, you didn’t dress up yet! I should’ve guessed. Wear the black one, red lipstick and that necklace you wore last week. Now! I’m five minutes away.”
“You’re a life saver. Bye.”
I giggle at the thought that Lojain is my decision making assistant. A very bossy assistant I must add. I admire her personality; though it is nowhere next to mine. Sometimes it surprises me why we are still friends.
I slide into the passenger seat and stare at Lojain. As with every wedding, she is looking like a celebrity. I don’t know how she does it, but she does it flawlessly. Her cheekbone structures her naturally tanned face beautifully, and with her excellent makeup skills, you’ve got a superstar. It is just her ego that stands in her way. She calls it prestige.
“ayayaaay, sexy red dress.”
I couldn’t help not giving her the look as we got off the car. So that’s the reason. “You’re going to give all those mothers hard time fighting over you…”
Lojain smirks at me, “And may the best contestant win” and starts walking towards the ballroom like she’s on some kind of runway. How do girls walk that fast in high heels? I can barely walk in them.
“You know I’m starting to think I’m the reason you have ego issues… no, please don’t wait for…
My legs surrendered to the mighty heels that managed to tangle their way into the ends of my dress. I drop down admitting defeat. I tripped. Actually half tripped. Some kind of force on my right arm is holding me up, preventing me from the unquestionable fall to my nose.
It not a force, it’s a grab.
“Shit”
A deep masculine voice; this is your night Nouf. This is the start of your romantic tale, your knight in shinning armor just saved you from a fall.
“If you can’t walk in them, don’t wear them”
His voice brought me back to life. His rude tone slapped me in my face while his words urged my brain to echo "Nouf you're stupid" again and again.
I straighten up as he walks away. Why the rudeness? You’re not that good-looking anyway, I lie to myself.
Amaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaazing!!!
ReplyDeletePlz don't stop writing because you don't have enough readers or comments !!
You'll eventually gain them !!
I discovered your story today and I hope you don't give up,, if your passionate about writing then please have the courtesy to finish this story !!
THANK YOU SO MUCH! i didn't think anyone was reading. i will try my best to keep posting regularly!
DeleteThought I'd stop by your blog. Its an interesting story. I like the main character so far. I love your vocabulary Mashallah and how you describe Lojain.
ReplyDeleteI wish you would slow down and focus on the setting and build up more. Don't rush the story. Take your time with it. Paint the scene.
Good luck with it. It doesn't matter if you are the only one reading. Writing is learning and a state of being. I'm sure it will take you to extreme heights.
All the best
Thanks for reading and the tips dear, means a lot!
DeleteIts my first time writing this way so kinda a learning process.
Appreciate it :D
im in love!
ReplyDeleteGlad that you are :D !!! Keep on reading and tell me what you think of it. Thanks for commenting.
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