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Omar Abdalla

The Disease

There was once a big friend group, they were

all different but together they were

inseparable. They were John, Adam, Ahmed,

Raphilia and Beta.


John came from a poor background but it didn’t

really affect him because he always had a

different dream than money, he

had a pretty weird dream, he wanted to

become an explorer. John was short, muscular

he had brown hair and blue eyes.

Adam Was tall he was about 6,2 feet tall and he

loved basketball.


He loved basketball, he wished to play in the

NBA. Adam’s favorite team was Memphis


grizzlies, he had long black hair. He came from

a wealthy background and lots of connections

but the rest of the group ignored him a lot.


Ahmad was a handsome young man. He was in

love with beta and she as well but they didn’t

know that the other liked the other. Ahmad

had long brown hair and a shade of hazel

brown eyes. He wasn’t really good in school he

was about to fail his junior year but a curve in

the grades saved him from repeating junior

year all his other friends passed junior year

easily but academics wasn’t his strong suit he

liked cubing (speed running the Rubik’s cube)

“Oh I love school” said Raphilia laughing at

Ahmed.

Raphilia used to tease the friend group a lot,

she is what you would call the “perfect

student” she was good at all subjects especially


art she dreamt of going to art school but her

mother wouldn’t let her because she said “art

school does nothing but take money from you”

so she never bothered her mother by asking

her to go to art school, she knew her mother

wouldn’t change her mind.


Now last but not least is Beta. Beta had blonde

hair, green eyes and she was average height for

their age (they were all 16/17) she was into

religion, she was a Muslim and would

frequently go to the mosque around 3 times a

day

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