The clock on the wall was moving slower than a sleepy turtle. Zaid was trying to pay attention to his Arabic teacher, but his mind was a million miles away. For over a week, he had been waiting for one single message.
Then he felt it. A buzz from his pocket.
His heart did a little jump. He slowly pulled out his phone under his desk and peeked at the screen. There it was. The message from the system he had been dying to get.
He wanted to scream. He wanted to open it right then. But he didn't. He was cool. He put the phone back in his pocket and tried to look very interested in the lesson, as if his biggest worry was verb endings.
The last few minutes of class were the longest of his life. When the bell finally rang, it was like a starting g*n.
Professor Hisham was still saying "don't
