“Umar! Umar! wake up.” The voice sounded a bit distant. I slowly opened my eyes to see nothing but a slight blur. I blinked as fast as I could and my eyes focused on the light bulb that shone directly above me. My eyes stung, but I was used to it. My mother walked into the room with some clothes which she had just ironed. “Go and freshen up, we are about to go to the park with some friends.” Her voice sounded a bit faded but it slowly started to get clearer. “Um hello, are you there?” she asked while lightly poking my cheek. I sluggishly got out of bed, crashing everywhere around my room. I took my clothes from my mother and put them on. Dua walked into the room and just sat at the dressing table only to start graffitiing on her face with make-up. She looked both creepy and sleep deprived. Well, what can I say, she looked like that every other day Dua looked at me with a- I am embarrassed to be your sister- kind of face. She didn’t like the fact that she had such a wonderful and amazing brother. “Mum!
Can we take drinks for everyone who is at the park?” I said while staring directly into my sister’s eyes. Dua suddenly looked furious. A chill of fear rushed down my spine. Her stare was cold, cold as if I was standing in the North Pole. Her lips began to part very slowly. I squinted at her as if we were going to have a duel during the time of the Wild West. Her monstrous voice started to crawl out from her mouth. “No! It’s going to be too expensive!” She yelled. It felt like she was going to lecture me even after I perished. I put my hands over my ears and screamed at the top of my lungs to block that disastrous voice of hers from getting to my head. “Stop screaming and hurry up! Don’t waste my time,” mother shouted. I stopped screaming and Dua pushed me. I went flying to the other side of the room. My heart pumped with rage and adrenaline coursing through my body and I ran towards her. I punched her in the stomach and she stumbled back, then her back collided with the dressing table. The shockwave sent the large mirror on top of the dressing table toppling onto her head. As soon as this happened my mother swarmed in. “What perfect timing,” I thought. Dua and I just stared at her, our faces were filled with fear. Dua’s face went a bit pale. She slowly started approaching towards us. Mother carried a weapon with her, her personal favourite, THE HAND! She walked towards us in slow motion. It looked cool, yet scary. She lifted the mirror off of Dua’s head and placed it back on its original position. The only thing she did was stare at me, from a distance. “Say sorry,” she said. “I didn’t start it! She did.” I cried back. “Still, you dropped a mirror on her head so say sorry.” Her voice became significantly louder. Mother raised the weapon. It was difficult but I knew what I had to do. “S-s-sorry”, I stuttered, scared to death. “That’s better, now go down to the car,” she said. My heartbeat slowed down as she walked away. I sighed with relief. “That was scary!” I thought. I wiped the sweat trickling down my forehead. The argument was finally over.
Umar Illyas IXO C
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