Bring It On

6AM the alarm rings but he searches for his phone to shut it instead of hitting the snooze button. Ali promised himself “five minutes only.” but those five minutes ended by knocks on the door, Ali jumped out of his bed just like everyday to see it’s 7:30AM, thirty minutes till his math class starts. He moved out of his bed hating himself for staying up late.

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Mohammed spotted Ali’s messy black hair and dark shades as he walked out of his car. “You stayed up till the dawn, missed the math class and drove your car when you’re seventeen only. What’s next Ali?” Ali didn’t even bother looking at his best friend, “How many times shall I remind you that you’re not my guardian.”

Ali breathed and entered his psychology class; he sat at the back with his shades on. Mr. Thomas stared at Ali, “Mr. Ali this is school, save your cool shades for college if you got into one.” Ali smiled at his teacher then stood up, “My cool shades and I are out of your class sir!” He walked out and slammed the door behind him. That’s how Ali dealt with things; he was good at running away from anything that had to do with his future.

Ali was known for his inattentiveness, “caring” was his enemy that’s what all of his friends said about him.

After kicking himself out of class and attending classes physically but mentally he was in Miami relaxing by the sunny beach, Ali finally reached home. “Your principle called and said that you missed your first class, kicked yourself from the psychology class, your grades are low and more complains about you. What’s next Ali? Have mercy on me I’m tired! I gave you everything you asked for, why can’t you let me have a peaceful mind? I want you to graduate and join a good college! Listen Ali, consider this as a last warning, I’m done being nice to you.” He sighed and turned his back to his son. “I’m sorry, this is the last time dad.”  Ali responded with a cold tone, colder than a rainy day on December.

Ali slammed his room’s door just to show the anger he was hiding behind the coldness. He thought that a warm shower could wash the fury away.. Water started dripping on his face, his wet hair covered his eyes that forced him to shut them and float away “Damn those three months won’t pass.” He whispered to himself as he heaved through his lungs. Nothing worried him like his future; he doubted his abilities just like everyone did.

He looked for his blackberry, shook his head so every water droplet dry away from his soft black hair. Ali buried one hand between his hair as the other hand was busy dialing Abdalla’s number. “Hey!” Ali screamed, “3bood before you speak, you either find a place to party or we’ll throw a party at your place. I want to lose my mind tonight!” Abdalla replied calmly, “3loo relax man. You have assignments, school, not to mention your awesome school record, you’re like the perfect student.” Ali interrupted Abdalla’s jokes, “Sorry Mr. Know it all, I’ll find someone who understands how is it like to be seventeen.” “Dude I was kidding! How about we spend the night roaming in Abu Dhabi, a calm fun night so you can rest later. I’ll call Mohammed, Fares and the others.” Abdalla thought that’s the best solution. “Fine, but you pick me up cause I can’t take my car, I don’t want to start another episode of “Ali is careless.”” He whined.

After forty minutes, Ali wore his blue jeans, a grey V neck shirt and ran out before anyone saw him, he hates to be interrogated before going out.

Ali got into Fares’ car; Station Lexus crowded by his pals. Ali kicked Abdalla to the back seat then he rested his back on the fancy brown-leathered seat and pulled his cigarettes pack out of his pocket, Fares barked “No smoking in my ride.” Ali stared at him and smiled while he was lighting the cigarette; Fares laughed, “Yeah, Ali will listen to what I say.” That was Ali, a reckless boy who brought joy to everyone even when he’s irritating.

After a long peaceful ride Mohammed broke the silence “Ali, how about we open the car’s sun roof, go out of it and scare random people.” No one knew Ali like Mohammed, he knew that there was something wrong with his best friend, and he thought that scaring people would make his friend feel better.

They took off their caps and stood out, Ali extended his arms and told Mohammed, “7amood, will you be my Jack?” Mohammed laughed and fell down cause Ali won’t stop pushing him.

Ali kept his arms in the same position, he asked Fares to speed up a bit so the wind can hug his face and let his hair sway. At that moment Ali promised himself that he’ll always be a reckless dreamer no matter how hard life gets. He believed that his dreams are achievable and nothing can take that away from him. Ali whispered, “Tomorrow, bring it on.”  He smiled while his eyes were closed.

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Hope and Love

Maitha the Parrot