..FINALLY A SENIOR!

WOOHOO! PARTY TIME!..Uh, no. 

Our school started two days ago, and it wasn't even remotely close to what I expected. Our class was on the 3rd floor, which by the way, is the top floor. Last year, the seniors had their classes on ground floor—which is pretty unfair. DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW HARD IT IS TO CARRY MY SUPER HEAVY BAG TO THE TOP FLOOR?! DO YOU?! IT IS EXHAUSTING!

Anyway, my day turned out to be fine, I guess. We didn't know exactly which classroom we had so we were a bit confused, going from one class to another with our heavy bags and then, after a few minutes, found our exact class. We exchanged our hello's and hi's, and it felt good to meet my best friends after a month or so. After chit-chatting for a while, we realized that no teacher had come to teach us/introduce themselves to us. An hour passed, yet no teacher. Our headmaster then came and told us a bit about the benefits of being a senior and the sacrifices we needed to make as a senior. He then taught us Math, and it was soon Physics class, which was okay-ish—since I don't really like Physics as a subject.

We had our lunch next, and there was confusion everywhere since the timings were mismatched, I guess. The juniors were still buying their lunch, and there was a lot of hassle, but I made my way through.

We had our English and Islamiat classes next. I personally liked the English teacher, and I'm looking forward to his classes. He knows how to make a subject fun, unlike some teachers. The last class was Urdu, but since our teacher was sick and didn't come to school, we had a free instead. We talked and stuff, like we usually do.

Right now, the biggest of my worries is how to carry my heavy bag to the top floor. I'm thinking of asking someone else to do it for me. (I'm kidding, okay. I know I have to do it by myself which MAKES ME MAD!)  Also, Chocolate and Red gave me my late-birthday gifts. Chocolate gave me this really pretty card, and gave me my favourite chocolate, KITKAT! Best thing ever. And Red gave me this mug, which had a pretty cool box, by the way. I loved it as well. I gave them the gifts I bought for them from London, and I hope the like them. (They claim that they do.) 

ANYWAY, I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE WEEKEND BECAUSE I'M TIRED OF SCHOOL ALREADY! OKAY BYE! 

Ps. I'll post the pictures of my birthday gifts in my next blogpost, which will probably be in a day or two. 

-Marwa

Last Day.

As I walked inside the bedroom, to make sure everything was kept away—I realised, we were leaving. We were actually leaving. Leaving London, leaving our brother, it felt like a dream. Even though when we first arrived, I hadn't come to terms with the fact that we had left Pakistan and were in London. I didn't want to admit it, but I would miss bhai. He was annoying—yes. He made fun of me—yes, but at the same time he made us laugh, and our family was complete when we were with him, after such a long time.
Time came to finally leave the apartment, and us—sisters left the place to go to Kings College's Library with the rest of the family since we had an hour till the cab came. We didn't check out the library, instead we sat at a place near the cafe, to pass the time. (YES, I KNOW. A LIBRARY WITH A CAFE?! OHMYGOD!)

Soon bhai came, to tell us that the cab was going to come and we should probably go back. We did and sure enough, the cab was there. After our luggage was kept inside, we realised that we were one seat short. It was kind of like this, 2 seats in the front, Driver and passenger. 5 seats in the back. One of the seat was occupied by the luggage. Now, if we were in Pakistan, it wouldn't have been a problem because my little sister could sit with us in the middle. But the driver was kharoos, (I don't know how to translate this word, let's just say he said rude) and said 'NO' when we suggested the idea. So, because of the kharoos driver, we decided that bhai would travel through the train and meet us at the airport. The airport was an hour away, by the way. I was asleep the whole ride because I was dead sleepy. We reached the airport, took our luggage and met bhai. It still felt so surreal. I had spent such a good time here, I didn't want to leave but I had no choice.

The time came when we had to say our goodbyes to bhai and we did, without me getting emotional. (Victory for me! Yes!) We went inside the plane and I already hated the flight because it was 7 hours long. But, thanks to my luck, there was a T.V so I spent my time by watching movies. The first movie I watched was, Pitch Perfect and it was pretty cool. I had nothing else to watch and the only hindi movie which I thought was better than the idiotic films which were recently released, was Dilawalay Dulhaniya Le Jayiengay. So I watched it and a good time was spent watching it. There was this annoying girl sat beside me who kept saying things like, 'MUMMY LOOK! WE'RE FLYING! MUMMY! LOOK!' 'WHY ISN'T THIS WORKING?' But she was asleep by the time I was watching the films so I wasn't that annoyed. I slept after watching the film and soon, we arrived at the Oman Airport.

From there our flight was to Pakistan which was 2 hours long. This time there was no T.V, but I was sleepy so I had already kept in my mind that sleep would be the first thing on my to-do list once I sit in the plane. To my bad luck, there were 4 little Pakistani kids that were BEYOND annoying. There was a baby as well, who wouldn't stop crying. I wanted to strangle somebody. Anybody. But I had no choice and I had to ignore them. I COULDN'T. BECAUSE OF THOSE 4 ANNOYING KIDS. THEY KEPT SCREAMING AND YELLING FOR FOOD AND I DON'T EVEN KNOW, IT JUST MADE ME REALLY MAD. I START FALLING ASLEEP AND BAM! THEY ASK THEIR MOM FOR SOMETHING IN A VERY VERY VERY LOUD VOICE WHICH OFCOURSE, RUINS MY SLEEP. THIS THING HAPPENED ABOUT 10 TIMES MORE AND THEN THE FLIGHT WAS OVER. I hadn't slept. I was tired. I was grumpy. We reached the airport and then left for my home town and thus, we were back in Pakistan.
Oh btw, I really am going to miss the oreo-flavoured icecream and the cheese pizza's.
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Tomorrow (or today since it's already 12 am),  is the result of CIE. I don't know why, but I have this really weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. Like, next year, at the exact same time, I'm going to be waiting for my result. I am just really scared for this year. I hope everything goes fine, without any stress or pressure. I'm not good at handling both of these. I usually start crying. I probably won't get any sleep either. CAN WE JUST SKIP EVERYTHING AND SLEEP FOREVER? I THINK THAT'S A GOOD IDEA.

Also, Eid Mubarak! I know I am late, but I was busy that day. Co-incidentally, me and Chocolate wore almost the same clothes, only differing in colours. We also have the same amount of Eidi, which is really cool. I miss both of them, Chocolate and Red, a lot. I don't want school to open soon, and I want the holidays to be extended for 10 more days, but I want to meet them as well. I want to show them so many things, like my Dumbledore wand-shaped pen or my Deathly Hallows key-chain. OH AND I ALSO WANT MY BIRTHDAY GIFTS! Just kidding.