Chapter 1 Nostalgia

True Love Makes Memories, Not Just Babies."

There is a saying that people sometimes grow so attached to a place that they begin to take roots. It's like the fundamental of trees have entered their system.

Such a feeling, in essence, Nostalgia was passing Sahar Suleyman's heart and mind. Being the daughter of a transferable father was never too happy for her. Things would have been a lot better if she was an extrovert but alas, she grew up to be an introvert. A shy nerdy introvert

Sahar, though had not a long list of friends to boast about, had two really close friends Brandon and Julekha. She was not in the mood of another goodbye so, she left without even exchanging a last word with them. She never liked 'Goodbyes'. What's the point of a goodbye when all you are gonna do is just cry? Goodbyes are not good or rather bad.

Holding a bouquet of beautiful pansies and delphiniums, she stepped her first foot inside her new house. Although the house was pretty beautiful, it provoked a feeling of nostalgia. All the cool friends she made, the geography she memorized, her school and most importantly, the feeling of being in the home, all vanished into thin air.

"Glad thing you got all the furniture settled beforehand. No wonder you are my husband." Sahar's Ma beamed, seeing the beautifully placed accessories in the house.                          

"We still have to set our clothes and dear belongings." Her Pa said bringing a large box upstairs," Help me, will you?"                                            

"Coming!" Both Sahar and her Ma said back.

The whole day was vigorous enough to make her pretermit reality. But when night befalls, and sleepy heads go to bed, thoughts cross. Sahar too, remembered how she used to crack jokes with Julekha and Brandon. Her remembrance made her see the contented smiles of them. Brandon was her first guy friend despite living in the 21' st century. And Julekha was the first person she ever talked 'first'. Conceivably, it was their aura which provoked her to call them 'friends'.

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The next morning when she woke up she found her jet black eyes swollen and a headache dancing on her. Maybe sleeping while crying wasn't a good idea after all. She was about to ramage er, use her new bathroom when she heard Surah Yaseen, to be more precise, her ringtone. She knew at once it was Julekha for Surah Yaseen was Julekha's favourite.

"Hello."

"SAHAR" A screaming feminine voice blasted from the other side, "You cruel old grandma! How dare you abandon this Lil puppy during such times." The truth was that Julekha just witnessed a breakup. Being on the fifth stage of a breakup she really needed a friend especially, a best friend to console her.

"You know my condition, right?" she reasoned, "I really never intended to leave you both but things didn't go as planned and I am here without a friend in the middle of the countryside where god knows how I will survive my tenth grade."

"You really are cruel. Even now you only think of yourself."Julekha pouted, "Whatever, Lemme tell you something. I might be coming to your city soon." she disclosed.

"Wow, I mean How?"

"If I am lucky I might get selected to represent GA High."

"You always leave things on luck."Sahar scolded, "Now study hard and get your bum here."

"Listen Miss Smarty Pants, It's a dance scholarship."

"Dance? And Aunt Dua agreed?"

"Nope, But when I prove myself maybe she will. Also, Sameer said if you were here he would have definitely asked you for prom. Anyways, my bus can come at any moment now, so Ba-Bye!"

"Ba-bye! No, wait! Is the thing about Sameer real?"

Sameer was the guy she fancied a lot.

But finally when he DID notice,  she had to move out and Ugh, it was frustrating. She knocked on the pillow, buried her face deeper and led out a swathed scream. Why is Allah so cruel?

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The scenery downstairs was unappealing as it was of Mr Suleyman hurriedly, rummaging here and there trying to find his always-missing socks and tie. As a remark, Mrs Suleyman would say, "That's because somebody becomes a bag of lazy bones after returning home and leaves his belongings wherever he pleases."

Much to Mr.Suleyman's annoyance.

The drama being closed, her Ma starts work but today, another tension had risen. Finding a good new school for Sahar.

"Sahar!" her Ma called," Get ready to meet your new school."

"Yes, Ma!"

Sahar's old school was famous for its dancers. Sahar being as worthy in dance as salt is to icecream never dared to go past the dance room's door. She always hooked to the Music class(which was necessary) where three old men wasted most of the time in useless philosophy. Long story cut short, she always involved herself in books, Julekha and Brandon. But now, nobody was here to provide any sort of comfort to her lonely heart. No Julekha. No Brandon. Just another big Xeno-School-Attack. Yep, she was Xenophobic just like many other introverts.

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Mrs Suleyman's driving sense was plainly dangerous. Sahar however, tried many a time to make her understand the intensity of such driving but the answer that came had always a striking resemblance to the sentence, "I have more life experience than you. So, shut up and sit like a lady."

The new school was a charming building with words written in cursive 'Ravens'. This word possibly didn't have any significant meaning until she saw the board with seven pictures of people having a letter from that word as their initials. They must be famous, she guessed. The uniform was a skirt of pink check and a white shirt with a tie. Pretty girly, huh? It was a co-ed school but with different sections for girls and boys. A small but effective relief for Sahar. She hated boys, for some reason they made her nervous. Girls were not a lot better, though. They got her admissioned,  bought a uniform and books.

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Sahar after a short shower walked into her room only to find a dark crack in the wall. She shacked that feeling and was about to brush her hairs when she heard a boyish voice, "Someone moved in?"