Hey guys! This is my first blog entry, I apologize if you get bored in the middle of reading this. This entry is just an intro to the main character and I wanted you readers to just get a glimpse of her personality and her physical traits. I promise the actual "story" is coming soon, so keep reading!
Abk
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Waking up to finding a new text message on her phone. Amna slowly opens her eyelids and reaches over to the right side of her king-sized bed and grabs her blackberry between her fingers and opens the message sent by Al Dana.
"Wake up! Get ready, let's go for a drive .."
Amna hesitating to obey, pushes her white duvet covers with her feet off the bed. She texts Al Dana back with her eyes still unable to focus on the keypad.
"Okay 7ayati, I'll shower, change, eat breakfast. I'll meet you at your house ba3d half an hour, okay? See you!"
She pulls off her Abercrombie hoodie off her head, gets up from her bed and limps to get her robe to go take a shower. Half an hour later, Amna is already doing her make up as she waits for the steam from the warm water to dissapear. She drew her simple eyeliner perfectly on her eyelids, applied her bronzer. She opens the cap of her Chanel #14, turned the bottom half until the red, seductive lipstick rolled out and polished her bare lips. Finally, strokes her long, thick lashes with a bit of Dior Blackout, enhancing her almond shaped eyes.
Amna was certainly attractive. She had a perfectly, toned body, acceptable hight with long tanned legs. She had a heart-shaped face, with huge, round, flawless lips. Her 5aleeji nose touches the top of her lip with it's tip. Amna's large, hazel brown eyes was one of her best features. Defenitley her best, her long, light brown, thick hair had perfect waves. Amna was one of the best looking out of her friends, whenever they would go out she would be the center of attention. She hated it, disgusted by the way men looked at her she would always ignore. Not only was she beautiful, she was extremely intelligent. No one knows how she does it, struggling to keep up her Honour role she manages to look amazing, every day. Her friends and family loved her. She was kind and generous, quiet and loving. She always needed to make her friends happy by cracking them up. She had a hilarious side to her, always made jokes and imitated people perfectly. She could stay quiet for half the day then FAJ2A make a joke and next thing you know it, the whole "shila" would be on the floor! I guess you could say she was perfect, but her dirty laundry hasn't been exposed yet ..
Taking a quick glance at her Rolex watch, Amna quickly put on her 3abaya, let her hair down and rushed down the flight of stairs leading to her grand, Victorian living room and pushed the glass door to her marbled kitchen open. She briskly grabbed a Go Ahead bar and dug through her car keys finding a wide choice of cars she could go meet up her friend in. She decided to take the keys of her black, tinted Range Rover and barged out the door. She silently settled in the bright, red leather seats that coincendentley happened to match her lipstick. She switched on the engine and accelerated hoping to reach Al Dana's by 11:00.
She stopped at the traffic light just before Al Dana's house. She rolled down her fully tinted window, throwing her shela over her head, adjusting her black wayfarers.
"7alatain!"
Amna trying her best not to look to her left to find some perverted idiot trying to flirt. She rolled up the windows, still able to hear him.
"Afa! Laish?" He questioned.
Rolling her eyes from under her Ray Ban's she buzzed off hoping that ass wouldn't follow her. Typical, he did. Trying her hardest to lose him, she finally did. Amna arrived safely at Al Dana's, she quickly gave her dearest friend a kiss on the cheek, leaving a lipstick mark. They drove off to Starbucks to pick up their Caramel Frap's, and went on a long ride around Do7a until it was time to head back for lunch.
Abk
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Waking up to finding a new text message on her phone. Amna slowly opens her eyelids and reaches over to the right side of her king-sized bed and grabs her blackberry between her fingers and opens the message sent by Al Dana.
"Wake up! Get ready, let's go for a drive .."
Amna hesitating to obey, pushes her white duvet covers with her feet off the bed. She texts Al Dana back with her eyes still unable to focus on the keypad.
"Okay 7ayati, I'll shower, change, eat breakfast. I'll meet you at your house ba3d half an hour, okay? See you!"
She pulls off her Abercrombie hoodie off her head, gets up from her bed and limps to get her robe to go take a shower. Half an hour later, Amna is already doing her make up as she waits for the steam from the warm water to dissapear. She drew her simple eyeliner perfectly on her eyelids, applied her bronzer. She opens the cap of her Chanel #14, turned the bottom half until the red, seductive lipstick rolled out and polished her bare lips. Finally, strokes her long, thick lashes with a bit of Dior Blackout, enhancing her almond shaped eyes.
Amna was certainly attractive. She had a perfectly, toned body, acceptable hight with long tanned legs. She had a heart-shaped face, with huge, round, flawless lips. Her 5aleeji nose touches the top of her lip with it's tip. Amna's large, hazel brown eyes was one of her best features. Defenitley her best, her long, light brown, thick hair had perfect waves. Amna was one of the best looking out of her friends, whenever they would go out she would be the center of attention. She hated it, disgusted by the way men looked at her she would always ignore. Not only was she beautiful, she was extremely intelligent. No one knows how she does it, struggling to keep up her Honour role she manages to look amazing, every day. Her friends and family loved her. She was kind and generous, quiet and loving. She always needed to make her friends happy by cracking them up. She had a hilarious side to her, always made jokes and imitated people perfectly. She could stay quiet for half the day then FAJ2A make a joke and next thing you know it, the whole "shila" would be on the floor! I guess you could say she was perfect, but her dirty laundry hasn't been exposed yet ..
Taking a quick glance at her Rolex watch, Amna quickly put on her 3abaya, let her hair down and rushed down the flight of stairs leading to her grand, Victorian living room and pushed the glass door to her marbled kitchen open. She briskly grabbed a Go Ahead bar and dug through her car keys finding a wide choice of cars she could go meet up her friend in. She decided to take the keys of her black, tinted Range Rover and barged out the door. She silently settled in the bright, red leather seats that coincendentley happened to match her lipstick. She switched on the engine and accelerated hoping to reach Al Dana's by 11:00.
She stopped at the traffic light just before Al Dana's house. She rolled down her fully tinted window, throwing her shela over her head, adjusting her black wayfarers.
"7alatain!"
Amna trying her best not to look to her left to find some perverted idiot trying to flirt. She rolled up the windows, still able to hear him.
"Afa! Laish?" He questioned.
Rolling her eyes from under her Ray Ban's she buzzed off hoping that ass wouldn't follow her. Typical, he did. Trying her hardest to lose him, she finally did. Amna arrived safely at Al Dana's, she quickly gave her dearest friend a kiss on the cheek, leaving a lipstick mark. They drove off to Starbucks to pick up their Caramel Frap's, and went on a long ride around Do7a until it was time to head back for lunch.
Red lipstick ... So Seductive loooooooool !
ReplyDeleteLool, I love you!
ReplyDeleteHAHAHA LOVE ITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT :P
ReplyDeleteso2al, i always hear "khaleeji nose," what exactly does that look like?;p bas ahh im jealous she seems gorgeous;p
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