"Class almost over," Mrs. Clark says standing in the front of the classroom. "Please turn in yourself portraits."
"I like yours," Hailey says standing up with her art.
"Thanks," I say smiling. "I really like yours."
"Want to hang out?" Hailey asks as we're packing up.
"Sure." I stuff my binder in my bag and I send a quick text to Waliyah and Aunt Tricia telling them that I'll be home later. We head over to a small cafe down the street.
"How do you like Bradford?" I ask as we enter the cafe
"I like it," Hailey replies as we stand in line. "It's really different from America."
"Next," the lady calls from behind the cash register. We order hot chocolate and cookies and sit down.
"One more week and then we're free," Hailey says looking out the cafe window.
"I can't wait to sleep," I say taking a sip of my hot chocolate.
Winter break was one week away and in one week Zayn and Uncle Yasser would be coming home. Uncle Yasser was away on a business trip and Zayn was in London with the lads.
"Are you going anywhere?" I ask her.
"Yea back to New York," Hailey says smiling.
"What's New York like?" I had never been to New York, I really wanted to though.
"It's really busy, something is always going on, are you going anywhere?"
"London maybe or Birmingham." We stay at the cafe for another hour before it starts getting dark and we head home. My phone makes a sound telling me I got a notification.
@MayaMalik: How are Zayn and @AaliyahMalik related she's not even pretty
I didn't get as many as Waliyah and Daoniya do, but I do get some. I learned to ignore it when Zayn first joined One Direction. It was pretty easy. I never cared what people thought of me. If they liked me then yay! If they didn't like me then great, I shouldn't spend my time thinking about why they didn't like me. It's not like I didn't care at all. I did care. But not as much as other people. More people reply to the tweet or retweet it.
@AaliyahMalik: Dear haters, thank you for taking you're time to think about me, love Aaliyah xx
Fans went crazy by my tweet and started retweeting, favoriteing, and replying. I turn of my notifications and turn into the familiar neighborhood. Inflatable animals sat on lawns, bright, colorful lights were put on the edges of houses, and Christmas trees lit up the rooms inside. Snow fell gracefully from the sky, landing gently on the ground. Trucks rumbled down the street scattering salt on the roads and sidewalk to keep them from freezing. I turned the corner and walk down the street to the big, white house that was lit up inside.
"How was your day love?" Aunt Tricia asks as I enter the warm, welcoming house.
"Brilliant," I tell her smiling.
"Dinner will be ready soon, so why don't you go and wash up," Aunt Tricia says brushing some of my hair off my face. I nod and head up to my room. I drop my bag by my desk, and tie up my hair in a ponytail. I plug my phone into its charger and wash my face before going back downstairs.
"Mum, mum, mum," Safaa repeats running down the stairs and towards Aunt Tricia.
"Yes love?" Aunt Tricia says handing me plates so I can set the table.
"Can I go to Carly's house tomorrow after school," Safaa asks looking at Aunt Tricia with big eyes.
"If its ok with Carly's mum then you can go," Aunt Tricia says taking the rice out of the pot and into a dish.
I finish setting up the table and tell Doniya and Waliyah that dinner is ready. After dinner I'm back in my room doing my pile of homework. I get tired of looking at my homework and turn back on my notifications that I had gotten from twitter. There were tons of retweets and replays, I replay to what some of the fans say and give them a follow. The hate was still there, but I ignored it as always.
An hour later I had finished my homework and had taken a shower and was now downstairs sitting on the couch with Aunt Tricia.
"I say the tweet you posted," Aunt Tricia says not taking her eyes of the TV screen. “You’re a strong girl don't ever let anyone bring you down."
"Mum told me haters don’t hate you, they hate themselves because you're a reflection of what they wish to be, " I repeat the same words Mum said to me.
"Noor taught you well," Aunt Tricia says smiling. "And I'll do the best I can."
"Thank you," I say putting my head against her shoulder. "For taking care me."
"Anytime love, that’s what I'm here for," Aunt Tricia says kissing my forehead and I drift of sleep not bothering to get up and go to my room.