A Story To Maryam

A/N : OK, I wrote this just for fun. It's dedicated to Maryam (in KidPub).
Yes, I'll be continuing Kat's Diary (and Vanessa and The Cosa Nostra) - and I have no intention to make another chapter of this story.
Though, if people REALLY liked it, i wouldn't mind writting more.
But anyways, I wrote this to get a few laughs, and, more importantly (this is especially to Maryam:) to emphasise the fact that DAN IS BETTER THAN S.K.!!! (LOL)!!!

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Maryam considered herself to be the luckiest girl in the world, as she clutched Skandar Keynes arm as they walked down the red carpet.
Could she believe what was happening?
Could it happen to any other girl in the world?

Yes, it was true, Skandar Keynes, the Edmund star of the famous Narnia movie (The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe), the man of Maryam’s dreams, was walking down the red carpet with her, Maryam, by his side.

With her. With MARYAM.

It was like a dream come true.
Except the dream had a slight disappointment, too.

Susmi was there.
Yes, Maryam’s most hated enemy!

And guess who was clutching HER arm?
Daniel Radcliffe.
Yeah, THE Daniel Radcliffe!!!
THE Harry Potter star!!!

And it was the other way around too!
Susmi was supposed to clutch HIS arm… but HE was clutching HERS!!!
It’s TOTALLY unfair, Maryam thought.

WHY COULDN’T SKANDY DO THE SAME FOR HER?!
WHY COULDN’T HE BE THE ONE TO HOLD HER ARM – NOT SHE HOLDING HIS?!
Argh.
It really was unfair.
And not only was Susmi gunna boast about it – Maryam didn’t think she’d live to tell the tale of the humiliation she was in.
But it isn’t that big a deal, Maryam thought quickly.
If I could JUST ease out my arm from his – then, HE might grab a hold of mine.
It could be possible right?

BUT WHAT IF HE DOESN’T TAKE MY ARM?
WHAT IF HE THINKS I DON’T WANNA BE HIS GF ANYMORE?
WHAT IF --??

Okay – phew, I’m hyperventilating, Maryam thought taking a deep breath quickly. She smiled at the crowd nervously.

This wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t been look over at Stupid Susmi. Just keep my gaze on Skandy and the mob, and I’ll be alright, she thought.

As Susmi passed with a smug grin on her face, noticing Maryam’s nervousness, Maryam couldn’t help boiling up in anger.
Just to show what she thought of her, she let go of Skander’s arm and quickly walked after her.
But before she reached her, she bumped right into the famous heiresses, Olivia B. and Paris H. who were having a splendid conversation before a stumbling, silly admirer of Mr. Keynes toppled them both headlong onto the floor.

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