Hey! It's me Deniesse [A/N: pronounced at Denise]. My mom and I are at the Los Angeles Airport. we'll be staying at London for good. My mom alisema this place have many bad memories. My mom and I never celebrate my birthday since I'm six because my dad died on a car accident on January 12, the siku of my sixth birthday.
At the airport on our way to the plane. I'm wearing this: link
This is my lovely mom, kwa the way: link. . I don't look like my mom because I inherited most of my father's looks. My hair is red because some juniors [school bully] dyed my hair when I was 12. My mom was shocked when she saw it but told me that red hair suits me.
I followed mom towards the plane. We gave our tickets to the flight steward and got inside the plane bringing our hand- carry bags.
Alvira [my mom]: We will not be sitting inayofuata to each other, sweetie.
What?! No!
Deniesse: wewe mean I can't talk to wewe for hours? Mom, London is far I can't handle that. It's boring if I'm sitting alone myself.
Alvira: Sweetie, I'm only 2 to 3 chairs away from you. Besides, i want wewe to be independent since you're already eighteen. I'll just go there okay?
She kisses my cheeks and sits on her chair. She gets the 'Vogue' Magazine aliyopewa kwa the flight steward to her- since we're in the first class, and reads it. She glances at me and smiles. Gosh, I upendo my mom. I smiled back at her and sits on my kiti, kiti cha near the window.
A few sekunde later, I heard my iPhone ringing and reads the text message. It's from my mom. I glanced at her and she smiled at me. I smiled back at reads the text message.
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From: Mom
Are wewe okay there, sweetie?
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My mom is sooo concerned about me. I upendo my mom. I text her back..
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To: Mom
I'm okay here, mom. upendo you!
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I look at her expression while she's kusoma the text message. She smiled. I smiled to myself. I heard my phone ringing again. I read her message..
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From: Mom
I upendo wewe too, sweetie. Remember, if the one sitting beside wewe is a bossy girl au a total jerk guy, ignore. If he au she is nice, be nice also. Okay?
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To: Mom
Got it, Mom! Mwah!
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My mom smiled while kusoma the message. Then the flight steward told everyone to switch off our electronics. I switched my phone off and puts it inside my bag. My mom does it, too. I look at outside the window. I can feel that someone's already sitting beside me. when I turned my head to look at who it is, i was greeted kwa a gorgeous smile of a black- haired boy: link . He's good- looking. He's probably american- Indian au something. He sat beside me. Then, i remember what my mom alisema in the text message earlier. So, I didn't talk to him. I just look outside the window as the plane takes off. There was a complete silence. The one sitting beside the black- haired boy near the aisle's a woman about the same age of my mom. I glanced one zaidi time to my mom and she's talking to a flight steward. The boy beside me seems nice. My thoughts were interrupted kwa an unusual accent. It's not an american accent. I turned my head from the window and realizes that the one talking to me is the black- haired boy beside me. He was smiling at me and I smiled back. I knew it! He's nice.
Guy: Hi. I'm Zayn.
He offers a hand shake.
Deniesse: I'm Deniesse. (does handshake) As in D-E-N-I-E-S-S-E.
Zayn: Wow. Unique name.
Deniesse: So you're British?
Zayn: British- Pakistani. (smiles)
Deniesse: Oh.
Zayn: Do wewe live in Los Angeles?
Deniesse: We will be staying in London for good.
Zayn: Can I ask wewe something?
Deniesse: Sure. What is it?
Zayn: Errrmm... Uhmmm
Oh. He seems shy.
Deniesse: Come on. Tell me.
Zayn: Can I have your number?
Deniesse: (chuckles) Sure.
I get a pen and paper inside my bag and wrote down my number.
Deniesse: Here. (i gave him the pen and paper)
He looks at the paper and smiled.
Deniesse: That's my UK cellphone number. My old number probably won't work in London.
He look sat me and smiled.
Zayn: Thank you.
He puts the paper inside his pocket and gives me a paper with numbers. I gave him a confused look.
Zayn: My number. Call au text me if wewe need me au if wewe want a tour around London.
Deniesse: Thanks, Zayn.
I look at my mom. She's watching me all the time. It seems like she doesn't want me to talk to Zayn.
At the airport on our way to the plane. I'm wearing this: link
This is my lovely mom, kwa the way: link. . I don't look like my mom because I inherited most of my father's looks. My hair is red because some juniors [school bully] dyed my hair when I was 12. My mom was shocked when she saw it but told me that red hair suits me.
I followed mom towards the plane. We gave our tickets to the flight steward and got inside the plane bringing our hand- carry bags.
Alvira [my mom]: We will not be sitting inayofuata to each other, sweetie.
What?! No!
Deniesse: wewe mean I can't talk to wewe for hours? Mom, London is far I can't handle that. It's boring if I'm sitting alone myself.
Alvira: Sweetie, I'm only 2 to 3 chairs away from you. Besides, i want wewe to be independent since you're already eighteen. I'll just go there okay?
She kisses my cheeks and sits on her chair. She gets the 'Vogue' Magazine aliyopewa kwa the flight steward to her- since we're in the first class, and reads it. She glances at me and smiles. Gosh, I upendo my mom. I smiled back at her and sits on my kiti, kiti cha near the window.
A few sekunde later, I heard my iPhone ringing and reads the text message. It's from my mom. I glanced at her and she smiled at me. I smiled back at reads the text message.
_ _ _ _ _ - _ _ _ _
From: Mom
Are wewe okay there, sweetie?
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
My mom is sooo concerned about me. I upendo my mom. I text her back..
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To: Mom
I'm okay here, mom. upendo you!
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I look at her expression while she's kusoma the text message. She smiled. I smiled to myself. I heard my phone ringing again. I read her message..
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From: Mom
I upendo wewe too, sweetie. Remember, if the one sitting beside wewe is a bossy girl au a total jerk guy, ignore. If he au she is nice, be nice also. Okay?
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To: Mom
Got it, Mom! Mwah!
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My mom smiled while kusoma the message. Then the flight steward told everyone to switch off our electronics. I switched my phone off and puts it inside my bag. My mom does it, too. I look at outside the window. I can feel that someone's already sitting beside me. when I turned my head to look at who it is, i was greeted kwa a gorgeous smile of a black- haired boy: link . He's good- looking. He's probably american- Indian au something. He sat beside me. Then, i remember what my mom alisema in the text message earlier. So, I didn't talk to him. I just look outside the window as the plane takes off. There was a complete silence. The one sitting beside the black- haired boy near the aisle's a woman about the same age of my mom. I glanced one zaidi time to my mom and she's talking to a flight steward. The boy beside me seems nice. My thoughts were interrupted kwa an unusual accent. It's not an american accent. I turned my head from the window and realizes that the one talking to me is the black- haired boy beside me. He was smiling at me and I smiled back. I knew it! He's nice.
Guy: Hi. I'm Zayn.
He offers a hand shake.
Deniesse: I'm Deniesse. (does handshake) As in D-E-N-I-E-S-S-E.
Zayn: Wow. Unique name.
Deniesse: So you're British?
Zayn: British- Pakistani. (smiles)
Deniesse: Oh.
Zayn: Do wewe live in Los Angeles?
Deniesse: We will be staying in London for good.
Zayn: Can I ask wewe something?
Deniesse: Sure. What is it?
Zayn: Errrmm... Uhmmm
Oh. He seems shy.
Deniesse: Come on. Tell me.
Zayn: Can I have your number?
Deniesse: (chuckles) Sure.
I get a pen and paper inside my bag and wrote down my number.
Deniesse: Here. (i gave him the pen and paper)
He looks at the paper and smiled.
Deniesse: That's my UK cellphone number. My old number probably won't work in London.
He look sat me and smiled.
Zayn: Thank you.
He puts the paper inside his pocket and gives me a paper with numbers. I gave him a confused look.
Zayn: My number. Call au text me if wewe need me au if wewe want a tour around London.
Deniesse: Thanks, Zayn.
I look at my mom. She's watching me all the time. It seems like she doesn't want me to talk to Zayn.
I was invited to my teacher's daughter's graduation party. It was one of the hottest days of the summer so I had on my denim cutoffs, floral semi-frilly tank top, and my adidas sandals. The drive to the party was about 10 dakika on winding dirt roads. We parked our car and walked to the tent in which the party was held. There was a DJ and about 100 guests. I knew everyone except for a couple of people from my teacher's family. There was a buffet set up, a pool, and a dance floor. No one was dancing though and the party was extremely boring. I sat down at a table, put my headphones in and began to text, tuning out the rest of the world.
Note: None of the boys have girl Marafiki this is all made up.
"Come on Shae we have to go up and sing now".
"I now Shannon but i am so scared"
"Who cares we are going to sing a song from our favourite boy band and we have all our mwaka 6/7 Marafiki come out with us".
"Yeah but what if we stuff up?"
"If we stuff up then we just keep going then have a laugh after we have finished".
"NEXT UP IS SHANNON AND SHAE SING ING STAND UP kwa ONE DIRECTION AND SOME OF THE 6/7 BOYS DANCING WITH THEM".
"Hey Shae wouldn't it be funny if One Direction showed up and sang with us?"
'Yeah that would be so funny but cool at the same time".
Thank wewe for kusoma please leave a maoni i would like your opinion.
I will post part 2 later.
"Come on Shae we have to go up and sing now".
"I now Shannon but i am so scared"
"Who cares we are going to sing a song from our favourite boy band and we have all our mwaka 6/7 Marafiki come out with us".
"Yeah but what if we stuff up?"
"If we stuff up then we just keep going then have a laugh after we have finished".
"NEXT UP IS SHANNON AND SHAE SING ING STAND UP kwa ONE DIRECTION AND SOME OF THE 6/7 BOYS DANCING WITH THEM".
"Hey Shae wouldn't it be funny if One Direction showed up and sang with us?"
'Yeah that would be so funny but cool at the same time".
Thank wewe for kusoma please leave a maoni i would like your opinion.
I will post part 2 later.
Skylar Rae Jones - 17 yrs old
♥♥♥One Direction♥♥♥
