I heard his voice echoing in the corner of the street "Get in!" I was in my way home walking under the hot sun. The street was empty. I was holding a big heavy bag on my back. I hated it, it was full of books and loaded with homework to be done. I was sweating and I was not smelling good after a long day in school and a sport session. The egyptian teacher loves to make us feel how is it to be young.

I love sport but not when she is around. I was hungry and thirsty and tired. I was so tired that I wanted just to lay my head on the billow and close my eyes. I am always this way when it is Saturday. For some reason the beginning of the week is really dificult for all of us. I hated the weekends for making the week such a horrible time.

I fixed my vail when I noticed him looking at me. He is about 3 years older than I am. Tall, well build, broad shoulders, and mascular. He looks good in the dark kandora he is wearing. I rang the pill the moment I reached the door. I stood for few minutes before my younger sister jumbs and holds my bag for me.

I throw myself on the bed and get the chocolate bar out of my bag. "Dinner is served!" my sister looked at the bar in my hand wishing to taste it. "Not hungry" she ran away. I had a fight with my best friend today. It was a stupid reason, but she decided to make a big deal out of it.

I opened my eyes and looked at the ceiling. “Oh! I slept.” The time was around 4 when I looked at the watch in my hand. I am still wearing my school uniform. I left the room and went to look for my sister. “Where have you been? Why did not you come to eat?” Mom asks while she turns off the TV. “I slept.” I go to the kitchen, eat an apple and then go back to my room.

“Here... take this... you need to eat something” Mom tries to feed me and she says that I am in an age that my body is growing and I am need to eat as much as I can. I hold the plate and walk outside the room. “Eat!” sometimes I cannot bear her nagging but cannot do anything. “I will” I look at the plate and I feel sick “the apple is enough” I feel like throwing up so I run to the bathroom.

Nothing comes out, but I can feel it so tense as if my stomach is coming out of my throat. “What is it? Are you sick? What did you eat at school?” Mom is standing at the door and asking endless questions. I cannot breathe I feel my rips pressing tightly at my lunges. “A sandwich” and again I feel it coming, I close my eyes and forcefully my mouth opens so wide. “It must be a rotten sandwich, they never check if what you are eating is good or not.” I can see her talking, her lips pressing tight against each other and then they depart in merely seconds.
In few seconds I am covered with brown stains and the sink too, my eyes in tears and I find difficulty breathing. After I cleaned my face and my mouth to take the awful taste of my mouth my mom comes. “Here,” she hands me a towel “clean your mess” I close the door of the bathroom and sit on the floor resting.
 For a moment my mind is blank. I look at my stomach, suck it in, squeeze my waste, am I gaining weight?
"Get out!" mom nocks the door. The mess around me is still, the smell, the stains on my shirt, I did not move.

Later, around seven o’clock my friend Salma came over. She had her bag loaded with books as it seemed when I met her in front of the door. “You study hard! May Allah bless you!” Mom said and let us alone in my room. Salma took out the books and gave me the homework she did so that I copy it later when she will go. Now she dug deep in her bag and with being careful got the women magazine out of her bag.

I was scared my mom would come at any moment. “Salma! Put this away, you will get me into trouble.” Salma looked careless. “Listen, don’t get frightened now you will get us caught” She flipped the pages knowing what she was looking for, “Here!” There was an actress picture of an A4 page size. “I wanna be like her” Salma said and went to stand in front of the mirror. “My dad loves the way she looks and he keeps teasing my mom about how fat she is”

Salma was the only child of her parents. She is older than myself but somehow was late in studying although she has a sharp wit. “Do you think I can look like this woman in the near future?” I was confused what to think about it. Salma was already growing into a beautiful girl. She is a really beautiful girl. “I think you are beautiful, Salma. Better looking than this….. actress in the magazine.” She pulled her shirt a bit down, “But look at her body! She is perfect” Salma came closer, pulled my hand and put it on her pare chest “Can you feel anything in here?” I pulled my hand away. “Salma!” The door was suddenly opened and mom got into the room. 
She looked at us and said "What I am here for?" she smiled and left. "Salma I need the homework." I was scared mom was going to see Salma bare chest and get us grounded. Salma was opssessed with looks, and developing feminin appearance.
We found a better use of the studying time than we expected. We had so many things that we cannot do in our lives so we started experiencing things we never thought about.

Salma left, and she left me with so many questions in my head. I was disgusted of myself. I remembered the actress in the magazine and how elegant she looked in her dress. I hated the bounds hugging my body, the skin hanging on my cheeks, the heavy steps I made. I just hate myself more that night.