Put yourself in my shoes, what would you do in a situation like this? Well, some will jump on the bed, stifle their tears on the pillow, think of suicide but forgo the last time. Others will play the impassive, his smile wide open as hosts and eventually into tears once only. Others will seek comfort in their closest friends.
And me personally, I spent half a day at the large mirror in my bedroom. I looked, I did move back and forth, I touched myself all over, like a whore wanting to be affectionate to attract attention. After hours of doing nothing except watch me carefully in the mirror, I concluded that I was not bad at all. I was beautiful and I dress well, even the scent that I used liked most of my friends.
But the word type, which hit me so hard in my head made me more crazy. How dare she say it to my face? She thought he was that the bitch? Well, I too was pushed to deploy rude words to express my anger.
The worst was far from stopping at that level. As I have said, the flow of information at high speed in our community. Word of mouth is very developed in our small circle lesbian. As
lesbians were proud to show each change in their relationship status on the front wall of their account book, some also were thrilled to reveal aloud they have rejected potential girlfriends.
Unfortunately for me, I was one of those girls rejected. Two days after my failure, I would contact me on face book, and I saw the outline of a conversation between Amir and Ilhem. They spoke spontaneously and honestly as if their conversation was confidential, a social network serving more scandal.
In a nutshell, Amir had participated in one application, designed to determine whether someone loves you in secret. After the questionnaire, she had a positive response. Ilhem, of course, saw the answer, Amira left voluntarily appear in public, and left the following comment.
- Can not no girl will want an idiot like you.
Amira, equal to herself, tapped.
- No, you're wrong, the evidence Yasmine is! Why bitch
mentioned to me by name? That's what I kept asking myself. She might have to invent any name, just say where a person is interested in her. But no, she was so pathetic as to type my name in bold, and tell him in detail how she held me by the face and spat me type the word without mercy or pity.
And now, since that fateful moment, I avoided finding myself in places where the tribe of lesbians agglomerated, including the North Star.
The first to make fun of me, was "Abdelmajid. In fact, for a little escape from the stress and shame of this revelation, I decided to enroll in a dirty gym. To my surprise, it was the one where Hana train, but it was more than just a stick. She was a professor of sport. And since the first day of my registration, she will not let me tread. She took advantage of my situation, being new in the room, like what to show me how to use the machines, but it always ended up the subject with me.
I was doing the bike. In sports gear, she approached me, put both hands on the handlebars and leave me without telling me of her eyes.
- So cava?
the corner of my eye I watched him and I said while pedaling.
- Yes, thank you cava.
- Safe?
I stopped and then wiping my my towel, I cried on my nerves.
- Why are you asking me the same question? She put
his two hands around his waist and replied, laughing.
- Because in my opinion, it's hard to watch other girls after such a rejection! and stroking my hand gently, I will not say never such a thing, a girl who is tactless ...
jumping bike, I replied nervously.
- Thank you for your compassion!
She followed me to throw and held me by the arm saying.
- If you want to be discussed later, sipping coffee at the North Star?
- Why? I exclaimed, looking furious.
A little frustrated, she answered me devouring gaze.
- Ben to talk, meet ...
I interrupted him, going towards the stepper.
- No, thank you I did not want to.
soon as I step on the machine, she approached me again and asked me, eyes red with anger.
- Why are you avoiding me?
- I avoids you not ... I just do not want to go anywhere!
She put her two hands again on the front of stepper, and limiting myself to a look unpleasant.
- I do not like it right?
Caught by my anger, I cried.
- Yes, you do not like it!
She knocked so hard with the foot bottom of stepper and cried.
- You either you do not like it ..
- So much the better!
She wrinkled her brows with a nervous gesture and added, mockingly.
- You're not my type either! And laughing hysterically, so now I'm second to tell you lesbian face, bitch!
The second person to remind me was another who thought he was pathetic for Picasso. It was Sunday, at the crossroads. I accompanied my roommate, who was a girl wearing a veil and a very conservative environment.
We stopped the carriage opposite the radius pasta. Asma, bowed to grab a packet of rice and I followed him to look, a girl who walked around with his mother next to us. She had a nice ass, my eyes could not leave. Then this nice landscape ugly when a mat was to swing in front of me, then lift the front, I saw the stupid smile Hikmet. He gave me a kiss, as if we were old friends.
Asma, looked with contempt on the corner of the eye, especially in discovering her look super feminine. It took him probably for a fag, and I do not know what she insults stung the bottom of itself.
As if we were alone in the department, he was unaware of the presence my roommate. Probably he did not think she was with me because of her religious attire. And began to speak to me aloud.
- Listen, I'm sorry ... and stroking my cheek. Amira is sometimes cheeky, but she has a good background! it's not his habits hurt others! and wanting to make me laugh, if you were not a lesbian, I will accept gladly go out with you!
My friend became as pale as death, and away from me pushing the cart. The next day, she communicated her decision to move from the apartment. She was of course a long speech about homosexuals that will burn in hell, and ended by insulting me, in conclusion. And now, after the second consequence humiliation, displayed the following month, where only renting the apartment, I was now obliged to pay instead of 300dinars 150dinars.
The third person, that ended my patience and triggered in me a terrible rage was Ilhem, who phoned me, for Mobile, as she did not see me at the North Star, supposedly to hear from me.
- Hey ugly, you're still alive? In
lying down on my bed, I whispered.
- Yes, apparently. She threw
one of his laughter and continued witch.
- I do not see you at the North Star!
- I like more this cafeteria.
She continued her laughter and ridiculing said.
- Say rather that loves you more to go to avoid seeing Amira!
eyes burning with anger, I yelled.
- Look, there's nothing between me and this bitch!
- Wow! look which includes coarse language, the little angel ... Yasmine
I interrupted him, shouting.
- What do you want exactly?
- Take your news ...
In raising his voice, unable to control myself.
- Rather make fun of me!
There she stopped her laughter and resumed his serious tone.
- Listen, you think you can seduce her? I myself failed to do so .. and a sneer, but I think you got Abdelmajid of chances ...
By cutting him aggressively.
- No, thank you, I'd rather die having a single tip-off with Abdelmajid!
And I hung up, while closing the mobile phone to stop receiving calls. That night, I could not sleep a wink, anger haunted me, everywhere. The next morning, as if I planned, I drove to the apartment Amira. I had so much rage in me, and I'm not able to romp in telling home truths in the face.
was around 9:30. I hesitated a lot once outside his apartment. Then I started beating so hard to break the door. A few minutes later, she opened the door. Her eyes were half closed sleep in pajamas trimmed short images of cats.
She looked at me a long time and asked me yawning.
- What do you want, bitch?
Shaking their fists in anger, I replied.
- You really are a bitch ...
She put her hand on the doorknob and cried on my nerves.
- You're ruining my sleep I came to tell me I'm a slut? and raising me with a look of contempt, I know, me and tapping his finger on my nose, the message has not adequately communicated the again? you want maybe I'll refresh your memory?
I sent her finger with a nervous gesture, and I cried.
- You think you're that bitch?
- Hey! there are many words to use besides bitch! I do not like repetition! and drawing a mocking smile, and to answer your question, I think I'm the girl who makes you wet!
Trembling from top to bottom, I wanted to stick him a nice slap but I restrain myself and I contented myself by saying the insult.
- Fuck you ******!
She burst out laughing and approached me again to provoke me.
- Ben c'mon, say it!
I let a giggle escape and I answered.
- I'm not afraid! and pointing my finger, fuck you!
She stared at me with a look angry and pursued.
- You're safe!
- Absolutely! "I said, crossing his arms.
She smiled, looked at me and murmured a long time.
- ok!
and held me strongly with both hands my face, my co a long kiss on the lips, then her right hand down quickly on my belly, and stopped on my belt and pulling me towards her eagerly.
- We're going to hell together!
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