who is he ??

I hated the fact that I dreamt about him every single night, his hazelnut brown eyes, his smile, the way he laughed, even the smell of his expensive perfume, I was unable to let go of the ghost of his memory. I woke up dreading life after his existence as if the normal me will never be restored, as if he took a small fraction of me with him when he left. I showered, ate some breakfast then headed to school thinking about my math exam that I didn’t study for. School was normal, I fell a sleep during history class, I failed my math exam, I ate lunch with my friends like I always do, it was a typical day. Oh right I forgot to introduce myself!! oh how rude am sorry, am Rsha , 16, my parents are both Emirati. Although I was born and raised here I felt out of place, like I wasn’t a part of the traditional generous society of UAE. I wasn’t a Naïve obedient girl, I was almost a rebel , I couldn’t wait to leave the UAE and achieve my dreams of becoming  an artist , which was forbidden by  my parents who feared people more than they  were worried about my own happiness. I hated the simplicity of my life , I hated  the lack of freedom , i wasn't even allowed to date!. Am going to share with you dear readers the story of me meeting him, you might wonder (who is she talking about??), well by the end of this story he will be your best friend.

Author's Note

i know its really short but its my first attempt