My Life is Average.

Hello. So, I am at my parents store and on the computer- obviously... This is my first time doing a blog here; let's see how it goes.

My brother is sitting on the left side of me and my sister is sitting on the right. I am really bored. Like, really really, bored. In the morning, my mom, sister (Sara), brother (Ahmed), and I went to the Southland Mall. I was very excited. The feeling of my mom paying for everything was thrilling.

Here is a little family background: Sara attends Encinal High school; she is a senior. Ahmed is eleven; he attends the Academy of Alameda.

About a half hour later, we had to leave. WHAT???? Already? Why?? My mom had to go somewhere. We woke up early on a non-school day to go shopping, and know we have to leave. I was so mad. I did not buy anything. This is frustrating to write about...

Soooo...

My mom dropped us of at the store and brother, sister, and I have been watching movies. That is it. On this awkward break, we do nada. I cannot do my homework because I am not at home- obviously. I wish I brought my backpack. I already finished my math, but I need to do the Wenke analysis and study for the history quiz, ughhhh. I hate my life. Someone shoot me.

Anyways...

I cannot believe we have school tomorrow. We should of use one of our furlough days for Friday, it would of made so much more sense, rather than having a random day off from school then, coming right back the next day.

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In conclusion, Thursday was a total, fail. I had to stay up 'till 11:14 just to study. Do you see how much dedication I have for school; it's crazy. So, today is Friday, I finished all my homework and I have one more blog to post. I don't know why, but I don’t like blogging anymore. I need change. Spice things up.  Maybe it is just the topic I write about. Is my life really this boring?  Do I need a physiatrist? No you don’t, Nawara. Yes I do. Okay, this is getting weird; I should stop.

I am hungry. There is a cold box of pizza taunting me, should I eat it? Maybe I will…. Yumm, that was tasty. 

Bruh, Bruh.

I cannot believe the amount of test's we had today; it was insane!

Anyways...

Here I go. I am sitting down with the brother on the right side and my sister on the other. Furthermore, my dad is in the living room watching a soccer tournament in Dubai, they are screaming so loud I cannot concentrate on my post. So if my bog sound's weird it is not my fault. 

Anyhow...

I cannot believe my brother is in the sixth grade. I feel like he school is in elementary school forever. Even-though that would be weird, do not want my brother to grow up (woe, I feel like a parent). He used to go to Shelton's Primary Educational Center (S.P.E.C), but then the school closed down. My sister, brother, and I went to that school for nine year. I was private. We were rich then... Now, he goes to Academy of Alameda, I could not he is in middle school.  He was so excited on the first day of school; He wanted to be there an hour earlier. I had the same feelings as him, but I wanted to go to school early so I can have a tour of the school and understand my campus so I would not get lost. He just wanted to open his locker and make new friends. We are such opposites. Friends were the last priority I wanted to exhibit or maybe the last thing I wanted to think about. 

Today, I went to my brother’s school for the first time. He gave me explicit instructions on how to open a longer because I have not opened one since eighth grade... so sad. His instructions were clear that I finally opened the lock; I was proud of myself. Then, I tried it once more and it did not work- stupid lock.

In the end, I have concluded my brother is growing up. He will never stay young, not even if you try to trick him about his age (which I have tried before... did not go well). It is time to let go.

Ps. did you notice I did not tell you my brother's name? Well, here it goes, *drum rolls*... Ahmed Ahmed. Pretty neat, huh? Or not?