Farah Rocks Florida by Ruaida Mannaa

Author:Ruaida Mannaa [Darraj, Susan Muaddi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: fiction; Stone Arch Books; Farah Rocks; family; multigenerational; travel; new experiences; Middle Eastern; Arab American; Palestinian American; sibling with special needs; Florida tourism; own voices; 9781496583420; 9781496583475
Publisher: Capstone
Published: 2021-07-07T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

Allie calls me the next day to tell me all the news from the Magnet Academy.

Our friend Brian Najjarian got picked to go on a special field trip to Washington, D.C., to visit some of the Smithsonian museums.

June Jordan, our friend from writing club, wrote a new poem that is being printed in the school’s newsletter.

And Enrique LeBrand scored the winning points in the school’s big basketball game.

“Ms. Maximus said on the announcements that the Magnet Academy’s basketball team has never been so good, and she said Enrique was the star!” Allie says in excitement.

“That’s so cool! He must have been happy.”

“He was blushing like crazy,” Allie says, laughing. “I wish you could have seen it,” she says wistfully.

Suddenly, I miss her and all my friends so much that a big ball of emotion starts growing in my chest. I just let Allie talk and talk. I’m afraid to say anything for a second because I’m afraid I will cry. I miss Samir and my parents and even, sort of… just a little, Ms. Maximus.

I have been here in Florida for nearly two weeks, and Sitti reminds me every day that I don’t know how to embroider, I don’t know how to cook, and I stumble over words in Arabic.

Before I came, Mama told me to be good and make Sitti happy. I have never tried so hard at something and still failed.

“Hey, we still need an idea for our Rock Stars presentation,” Allie reminds me. “I’m stuck.”

I tell her about the strange stones that I found in the forest here at Grand Bums. “I don’t know what they are yet, but there is someone here who might help me,” I tell her.

“There’s an actual forest behind your grandma’s building?”

“Well, not really,” I say. “It’s more like a pond and then a patch of trees.”

“So, not a forest.”

“No.”

“So, why’d you call it a forest?” she asks in confusion.

“Because forest sounds more interesting.”

She giggles. “I miss you, Farah Rocks.”

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