Broken Blue Balloons (Islamic Story) ON HOLD

He still kept the bracelet

Chapter ?? (I forgot the number lol!)

I walked faster to get to class. On a normal day, I come fifteen minutes earlier so I could get to class in peace. But I couldn't sleep last night, so I overslept this morning. I was having weird dreams. I saw a road, a very long dark road. There was light at the end of it and my mind wanted nothing more than to reach that light. I didn't know why. I remember me looking around and seeing nothing but sand. I remember that I saw Noah's face somewhere on the clouds. I remember me picking up notes from the floor that were helping me get to the light. I shook my head. I didn't want to think about it. The thought of it made me scared. I turned to left and walked into class. It was art class- my favorite. Though I couldn't choose between art and literature. I went over to my desk. With this class we had our own desks and we were allowed to be artsy as we want on them. I hadn't done much to it, just because I wanted to take my time for it. Instead of looking nowhere while waiting for the teacher, I grabbed my pencils out of my bag and grabbed my notebook that was on my desk. I started drawing. I didn't had anything in mind nor did I care about it. I just led my hands do the work. Let them flow the way they wanted to.

"Good morning class" I heard the voice of the teacher say. I closed my notebook and looked around to see that everyone was already seated. There were a few responds towards the teacher.

"Okay, so today I want to start dividing the projects I talked about in the last class. Each person will have a different theme to work on. Don't see this as a school project you have to finish to pass, but more as letting your creativeness flow by force. You can ask questions after I gave you the paper with your unique project" the teacher said while walking over to us to give the papers. She stopped by my table and looked me long in the eyes.

"I expect the best of the best from you. It can guarantee you a lot. Keep that in mind" she said and I mentally rolled my eyes. I didn't want to become an art-teacher. I didn't want to 'teach' art, because I believe that art cannot be taught. Art is something everyone has in them but you decide whether you take it from deep down or not. You decide whether you want to wake it up or not. I looked at the paper in front of me. My eyes grew bigger. I couldn't believe this. This was not happening..

I walked towards my locker, wanting nothing more than to drop off the books that were hurting my shoulders. My locker wasn't far away from the art-room so I made it there fast. I was about to open it when I saw a shadow on my side. I turned towards it and saw that it was Noah. He was putting out his books from his locker and was putting them in his bag. I looked at his hand. He then looked up at me, as if he was feeling that I was watching him. His blue eyes pierced into mine like they had never before. Then the corner of his lip went a bit up, making his eyes look a little bit tinier. I smiled back, turning towards my locker and opening it. He still kept the bracelet.

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Okay people, I just want to clear things up. I was already going to write this Authors Note but always forgot about it. And this lovely girl messaged me and it kind of was a reminder for me to write this. I have a uni life. My major is chosen the best major of 2014, which makes it one of the most difficult majors. I got in passing a huge test, because they don't let random people get in. I have to travel four hours a day. Next to that, I have a huge family. We always get together in the weekends, no matter what. When it is by my aunt or something, we spend the whole day there which shuts out the choice of updating (I can't update there because I don't want my family to know that I write). Sometimes they come to us, which means that we have to clean and cook, and believe me, the cleaning is like cleaning your house for Eid. I think my family is very important, more important than writing stories. I am scared that one of them will die, and I will regret spending so less time with them (which I actually went through and still are going through). I have a busy life. I love writing, because its my hobby, my passion. I think I am a good writer, because I love my ideas. There is nothing wrong with saying what you're good at. Lately I get a bit annoyed with messages I get. They think I update way too late the whole time. May I first start with me updating almost everyday when I was writing You, my Punishment. It was so new to me and I was so in love that I was updating almost every day. I think that now I deserve to take my time after writing 73 chapters without 'breathing'. I don't even update THAT late, so I don't understand what people are discussing about. But yeah, I am still writing this. The amount of stories is not affecting my updating time. If I wrote only one book, I still would've updated the same. Me writing three other books is not a problem for my updating. If you have noticed, I always write short chapters. I have been doing that since the beginning, its my thing. I have forced myself so many times to write long chapters but that doesn't work. I can't write long chapters. So when I write and update only one book, means that the chapters for the other stories are ready to be published too. If you take the three chapters I write for the three stories, you will see that it will only reach three pages. Some writers have 20 pages for one chapter they update, so that means that the amount of stories isn't a problem because I already write short chapters. I started doing a updating schedule but it didn't work out, because I am someone who can't write every single second of the day. I have a mood and an inspiration. If these two are awake, I will be able to write. I can't sit down and say 'okay now I'm going to write'- that is not how it works with me. I want to write because I love it, not because I am forced to do it because 'holy crap people are waiting'. Also, when I have a chapter ready to be published, I first look at how many comments I have gotten on the previous chapter. If that is the amount of what I wanted, then I will post it. If it wasn't , then I will wait. My best friend Badiaa told me that the reason I get less comments each time is because I don't update regularly. That was very stupid. I mean, not that she said that because its true, but what she said. She is someone I take very seriously and sometimes it looks like I don't take her advice, I deep down always save what she is saying because she is way too important to me. I talked with her about this and we kind of agreed but also didn't. I don't think me getting comments should depend on me writing regularly. If you like a chapter (or you want to say anything) you should do that, you should comment, no matter when the next update will be. In my opinion, I get less comments than I deserve. This is because each chapter is around the 1K, and I only get like 15 comments. I was never the one who was counting comments, but when I saw that I got less and less, I started feeling that my work didn't get appreciated and it doesn't motivate me to update. Right now I only write chapters to please people, because I really don't enjoy it anymore. Not the writing, but the updating. Getting annoying messages like that just doesn't make me motivated to write. I don't even update THAT late. Most I have put between is a month, and that was in my writers block period. Now its like an update in two weeks. Two weeks ago I even posted two days a chapter. I have books in my library that aren't updated since June! So I don't think I write late. I have a life. My life doesn't only depend on social media. I am not one of those people who are constantly on social media, behind their phones or whatever it is without looking around to the world. I have a life, and if this is going to continue like this, writing on wattpad won't be part of my life anymore and I will let it all fade by deleting my account and never looking back. It really made me feel this way. From now on I will not update this book till I get at least 20 comments. I can't seem to find a way to please people and myself, then I will do this. Maybe this will help you guys getting updates regularly and me getting appreciation for my work. Yes, I am going to be this childish.