Chapter Four

JAWAD

Here we are all the same, although each of us has a different story, we are all the same, going through the same things, and feeling pretty much the same. For me I stopped feeling  anything since fate chose to take everything away and leave me helpless. I was numb. People here didn't like to talk about their lives before they reached the safe haven and neither did I. If someone ever brought it up, we would all just dance around the subject and end up changing it. We came here for the future but it didn't seem like we could ever escape our past. The daylight held us back in a place where we couldn't bring up the shadows of the past, but it all changed at late night. Everyone came clean about who they really are at late night.

I am enjoying my stay here at the safe haven with Brooklyn and the lads. To be honest I like Brooklyn's company, he is cool and understanding. Albert is chill but quite weird, always talking about weird s**t no one understands. Jeff on the other hand, is loud, cocky and spontaneous, but he never failed at making everyone laugh and everyone liked him, including me. Christina and Mia are really nice girls, they don't come around much though.
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At lunch, we all gathered together for food, obviously.

Isabelle introduced the new girl or 'El' to Brook and us. She shook hands with them but when it was my turn for the 'welcoming hand shake' I put my hand on my chest, and told her that I don't shake hands because I'm a Muslim. She looked kinda embarrassed, and I swear to God if I had a dollar for every time I had this conversation, I'd be a goddamned millionaire. For a brief moment our eyes met and through her tired eyes I could see the beautiful shade of green in them. yeeaahh.

Jeff invited El to have lunch with us, and she accepted the offer happily.

"So El for Eleanor?! " Brooklyn asked her.

"No, for Elora Matilda." Isabelle answered, and 'Elora' didn't look pleased.

"Matilda, ha?! " I said.

"Yes," she glared at me, " but just call me El or Elora." that sounded more like an order! Talk about anger issues.

"You know Matilda means strength, right?!" I said.

"That's soo cool " Albert interrupted.

"Yeah, it is." I said as-a-matter-of-factly.

But Matilda girl chose to ignore us with her head in her plate and  some hair had fallen on her forehead. She had short light brown hair, white skin and two beautiful green eyes. She was remarkably short though.

At some point in the conversation I zoned out staring at her and then I noticed her smiling, probably because of something Jeff said. That's one beautiful smile she got there. Woow Jawaad calm down.

"Where are your parents?" Brooklyn asked.

"I don't know," she answered, " I left them." She didn't look at ease though.

"How could you leave your parents?" I asked, a little bit pissed. How can she leave her parents at times like these? What kind of a daughter is she?!

She looked at me straight in the eye and said, " I don't think that's any of your concern Javad." Javad?!

"It's Jawad." I said defensively.

"Whatever." she didn't even bother to look at me. What the hell?!

But she was right. It was none of my concern, and I wasn't at a place where I can judge her because I did the same.

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[Kyle Wynn]

Good addition! The only real concern with it I have is the first line keeps repeating it self. My recommendation is to shorten it a little to make it less repetitive, other then that it was a really good addition to the rest of the story.

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