Why Cant I Live My Life My Way? Ch.41

Helloo! How are you? I hope you are doing fine... Third chapter for today. I think i am going to end this story when i reach 50 or 55 chapters what do you think?


I wanted to clear some stuff i got on ask:

Question #1: Mmkn so2al? I am not tring to be rude or something bs 3la ay asas "you give advices" ?! Y3ny 3ndk 5bra wla kaif ?

I answered you on ask and i wanted to answer you here too, to explain to everyone. No ma3ndy 5bra,  but my best friend has a boyfriend, she knows about my blog. She said she could give advice and i could too. I am a great listener, but i didnt mean by i give advice only refearing to  guys. Tarra girls have lives other than guys. I meant, maybe with fake friends, with girly stuff, new school, new life, new ways. I've been a new girl in school mostly all my life, and lately i moved countries too so i know how you could feel and i said i could help. Thankyou for asking, and no you were not rude at all xx<3<3!


Question #2: Ur not saudi .-. Ya3ni first of all ur accent w ba3ad shloun trou7oon cenima mafi b saudi cinemas .-.



This question pissed me off so damn much. Well, my father is Saudi, my mother isnt. Since i stay with my mother most of the time the way i talk might not be that Saudi. Even my dad talks the way my mother talks, excuse me if i dont have the accent, but i am Saudi & REALLY Proud k? ;). As for Cenima's, if you meant what i said in my cinema scenes in my blog. I already said it was fake. I already said half of my blog is fictional okay? Or if you meant when i connected my ask to my twitter and said i dont really like going to movies, only with specific people.. Not cause i live in Riyadh i dont go to movies. There are some countries around Saudi Arabia called Bahrain, Dubai, Kuwait and they have cinema's. I am not trying in any kind of way to fight with the asker, im explaining to most of you, yes i might talk a bit of Kuwaity, its cause of my best friend, she's Kuwaity and we are practically like sisters. Thankyou for asking, and i hope you like my blog, and understand what i meant xx<3



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I was so happy when i sent her the message, my heart was happy, it felt like i am the one in lead now. No one could control me. No one will control Lujain's future. No one will blackmail me anymore. Its my turn to blackmail this litle sl*t ! I want her to feel the pain i felt. The tears that fell from my eyes. Even though my dad shouted at me, i really didnt care. I was so happy nothing was going to ruin my happiness. Mesha3l, karma is a bitch baby take care ;). Specially when this karma is lead by me, Yara Al X.


2 mins later...


Who are you?! And what the hell do you want from me? Who is this?!! And whats this pic?!



She was trying to act dumb okaay..

I am Yara Al X. I was there when you and Osama were flirting with each other infront of everyone. Do you think i'd let some bitch like you blackmail me? Huh please! Bitches like you make me laugh not cry. I swear to God, if everything you have doesnt get deleted, and you deleted "Salooo7y" i am going to send these pictures to your mom and dad and family! NUMBERS ARE: 0500********* 0505********** Okay, baby? Mwaaah ;*

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Love, Yara.


I wanted to get over with all this. I didnt like what i am doing, i was feeling guilty, but i wanted to stay safe too. She replied directly.


Okay okay, i deleted him, i deleted everyone just stop it please. I am done with you, i swear i wont annoy you !!



So i replied:


So we are good, 2nd thing is you need to stay the hell away from Osama & Talal k? AND LUJAIN'S PAST!


She said:


Ofcourse i will!



So i said:


Okay then. Bubyee ;*




After all this happened i stopped hearing from Mesha3l, Mohammad or Talal. I gave Mohamamd my Twitter account"Osama" one. He took over it. I deleted Talal of bbm, but kept him on Whatsapp and Twitter incase anything happens. Salih and I have been happier than ever. We'd stay up till 6 or 9 talking. We'd talk for 40 or 45 mins on the phone. Not more, not wanting my parents to catch me.


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A week later:-


Mama: Hessaaaaaaaaaaaaa Yaraaaaaa ta3aaalww !! *she was calling us to come downstairs*



Yara: Ha mama? *we went downstairs*



Mama: Kam mara glt lk gooly NA3AM mb Ha?



Yara: Mamaaa you called me to tell me this?!



Mama: La la ! *she rolled her eyes in annoyance*



Yara: Then?



Mama: Prepare yourselve inty w Hessa w Faisal , we are going to Bahrain tommorow, with your aunt Tala and her kids Latifa and Abdallah (my cousins).




Hessa: Allaaah im coming tooo?!!!




Mama: Akiid 7abebty, i called your mom and dad they said ee 3ady!




Yara: Till when bng3d there?



Mama: Sha3'lt 2 or 3 weeks until schools start.



Yara: Ahhhhh you had to remind me?! :'(



Mama: Yalla goo prepare yourselves!



We went upstairs, i prepared my bag, i put everything any person could imagine. Hessa called her mother and asked her to send her clothes. I told Salih, he wasnt so glad. We argued he was like, you know Abdalla loves you and you are going to stay with him in the same hotel for 2 or 3 weeks? I felt so offended and hurt, its not like im going to sleep next to him or in the same room. He said well you will see him everyday. I said, but i wont talk to him. He said "Ok". I just never replied and we stayed like this for about 2 and half hours until i finished arranging my bags. My phone was off anyways.