Difference between revisions of "Chapter 1"

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  It all started when a ten year old girl moved from Hartford,Alabama 
to Tampa,Florida. She was a Muslim and so was her family. She was a 
lovely little girl anyone would be blessed to have her.She followed 
directions all the time and payed closed attention to every word you 
said.She was almost perfect.The sweetest child ever. Her hair was straiter
than the lines on a sheet of paper and it was browner than brownies fresh 
out of the oven.Her eyes were dark brown and had a special shine in it. 
She was taller than her mother. She was not only nice she was beautiful. 
Every day when looked out the window her hair shined in a special way.
Her hair was so long that it touched her hips.  After ten years she got bored 
of doing the same thing over and over. To her it felt like it was a 
schedule. Like everything was already planed out for her life. The only 
thing she ever heard her parents say was do this, do that blah blah blah 
blah blah etc. So one day she decided to go outside. She never really been                     This is
outside only from tiny trips from the house to the car to mosque.She had a                      Laura
big backyard and her yard had a great big tree on it. She sat down under the
big tree. She heard footsteps. At first she thought it was her mom telling   
her to pick up her lazy self and do the dishes. They got louder. She heard a 
crunching sound. Then she looked to her right and then, walking straight towards 
her was a girl. She looked the same age as Fatima. Fatima saw her eating a 
green oval shaped fruit that she never heard of. It smelled so sweet that she 
couldn't help but ask, "Where did you get that?". "Huh?""Oh,never mind"
"Um, what is that book in your hand?" she said. "Oh this? Its my Bible." "Bible?"
"yeah, you never heard of it?." "Nope." "WOW, I've got to tell Katie. 
And by the way you can have my Bible. Whats your name?" "Fatima." 
"Oh, my name is Laura. I have to go to help my mom bake a cake. And you 
might want to go in your house to, i think it might rain." So Laura rushed 
inside her house and closed the door. Fatima decided to go in too. She walked. 
But she felt her hair get wet. Water came down from the sky and tickled her neck. 
Soon it was raining she hurried to her house and tried not to get her new book wet. 
She opened the door and slammed it shut. She quickly went into her room and hid 
her book in her clothes drawer. "Where were you?",said her mom. "I was outside." 
"Were you?" "Yes mam. I made a friend." "Oh,well then you can invite your friend over, 
and ask her to help you wash the dishes! Now get on over and wash the dishes!",she yelled.
"Yes mam." So Fatima washed the dishes, then made some mashed potato for 
her family's dinner. And then she went in her room grabbed her photo album and sat 
on her bed. Ever since she moved to Tampa she was thinking extra hard about her best 
friend Sophia Jackson. She looked through all the pictures of her and Sophia.
She wondered if Sophia already had a new best friend. The next day she would find out.
She invited Sophia over. "If she found a new friend then im gonna find a new friend too!", 
she thought. She slammed the book closed and put it back in her shelf. She grabbed her Bible 
out of her drawer and opened it to a random page.