Gonna Find Love Again (Part 1)

Worn out and weary I stare at the clock…it’s 6:14…I sigh hoping the big hand wont tick to 6:15...my sister’s voice kept nagging
The Sister: Yallah goomy wa9leeny I’m gonna be late to school!!

I hear my mom’s voice in the background yelling at my brother..their words echo in my room.. one would go coco in this morning shindig
I ask myself do I need to wakeup? 5 minutes passed and its 6:20..
I silently glide to my bathroom door…lock myself in there and plainly stare at myself in the mirror..do I need to put makeup on? Wait..what for? Exactly. There’s no one out there. Let’s be realistic..there’s no one to impress nor no one to care about.

During those 10 minutes I spent infornt of my bathroom mirror I realized something else..i’m easy to impress, but I lose my interest real fast. Whether it be bags,music,shoes,guys..my interest fades within days or weeks. It’s basically a roller coaster of emotions.

I'm finally up and dressed, I don't even care what I'm wearing, there's no point anymore. I'm so tired I can barely focus on the road. I check my blackberry Nothing…yet. Great. I check my other phone; I find another “nothing”. I don't get it..really..what was I expecting?. I mean I'm the one that ended it. After all he was a jerk. He was expecting too much from me and I guess I gave him a little bit more than what he expected.

I miss him though, well not him per se, but having someone there. Oh god there goes my hand touching the phone again.. I was close to messaging him..but my sister’s voice interrupted my train of thoughts
The Sister: Nelly mama’s picking me today you can drop me off here…

Back to my wild thoughts I thought to myself..when am I going to snap out of this bullshit..you know what.. I will not let this come again and ruin another day of my life so I call jazi..jazi and I have known each other for years..but we haven’t been good friends until school ended..it’s true that a yr passed by but our friendship seems like a life time..a typical thing to say.. clichés can be true.

ring ring ring

Me: hey gayma?
Jazi: hmmm..
Me: meta regadti?
Jazi: b3ad ma kalamt sa3ad
Me: weeeh ma9adig, ish9ar m3ah?
Jazi: madrii 3anah, I was messaging him ishway oo kil message ygoooli aroo7 anam, kila yabeenii anam
Me: hahaha cuutte!
Jazi: hmmm very
Me: Haa? bn6la3 il9be7?
Jazi: ee choofi haya gayma?

bbm
Haya: wenich?
Me: 15 mins oo bakoon 3ndich

I turn up the volume as soon as the track changed to Brandy - Gonna Find my love

I could feel it when I woke up this morning
I just knew it when I opened my eyes
Don't know what it is, but I know something's coming up for me
Oh, oh yeah
And I don't even have no expectations
I've been burned, I've been hurt, yeah I've cried
I survived all of strives and tribulations
And I'm back alive, oh yeah

I love this time of the day, cruising around and listening to music..just dreaming and going to a new place…until a stupid car honks at you because you’re holding up the traffic. Listening to this song reminds me of the great people I have in my life and no guy can ever replace them. My friends.

On my way to meet haya and jazi, my 2nd phone rings and its Hamad. Damn it, why the fuck is he calling? Honestly, I was actually glad to see his number flashing. I didn’t pick up although my hands were on the verge of letting go of the steering wheel to grab that fone..he’s an ignorant ass..

1 message received:
Hamad

Wench? Tarach 3ala baly..and I will keep calling.

The Girl xx

P.S Hamad is not the guy I was talking about in the beginning.