Published October 25, 2014 by katysoqewl

1st position, Ammaarah Seedat…… my heart did so many flips, i actually thought they had made a mistake. I didn’t wake up and go get my card, i just sat there, like huh?? Me? Then my friend pushed me to my feet and i made my way to the stage. As i ascended, with 600 pairs of eyes glaring at me, i was given a trophy a bit too big for me to carry, so i left handed my report cards to Apa Naseema who asked one of the boys to take it to my place for me. My back had already been turned and i didn’t see who the boy was. Nuha gave me sh*t looks, like really bad ones. She didn’t even smile or say congratulations. I decided to ignore her attitude and went up politely to ask her how much she got. Guess what her reply was, “ oh, don’t show off, Ammaarah, you think, you got it one year, the boys are going to be all over you”

“ boys?? Nuha i don’t mean to upset you, but that is not why i work hard”

“ oh really?? you behaving like a…” her voice was raising and people started to turn around.

I decided to go sit down to avoid a quarrel. The day ended and as i got home, i bid my classmates farewell, because on the last day we all walk home together. I entered the house and started screaming like literally. “ mum, i came out first…”

“ oh, dolly that is soo good..” she said as she came out of her bedroom crushing me in ha bear hug…

“Oooh… Mara.. you beat that other girl.” My baby brother, Rayhaan, said leaving his PSP game for me…

“ i thought you well..” said my big sister, Ludfiyyah..” following in my footsteps..

I just rolled my eyes at her..

“ you know you love me.” She said hugging and tickling me from behind.

These big sisters are so annoying, but you can’t live with them or without them. I went into my room and jumped on the bed. I failed to see the gift wrapped in blue and green on my desk. I opened it up and saw a black Sharqiyaa scarf, a Bvlgari miniature perfume and a Sissy Boy pump… well this day seizes to amaze me. After unpacking the stuff, a card at the bottom of the box caught my eye.





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