DIAMOND SCHOOL ACADEMY 1: The Diary Of A Special Girl

PART I

"To...who?" I asked, almost laughing at the thought of my dad moving on from the wife who caused him so much grief because of his love for her. And now he’s getting married to another woman. WONDERFUL.

"Guess," he smiled.

What's so funny about this?

"I can't guess. Just tell me, biko," I begged, adding my local language.

"To her," he said excitedly.

"To who?" my mum and I asked at the same time.

"To her," he pointed to the woman behind me. It was Aunty Joan. Oh my God.

"Oh my GOD!" I gasped in shock. "Is this why you've been treating me like your daughter for the past few months now?" I felt quite hurt that she is trying to replace my mum.

"No!" My aunty answered calmly.

"Why the hell are you so calm, huh?" I asked aggressively. Today is quite a day indeed.

"I am trying to explain," she sighed. "At first, I didn’t know who Father was. I thought your mum was dead because you never talk about her. I don’t want you to think that I am trying to replace your mum," she assured me, but there was something else in her eyes that didn’t show kindness.

"So, when?" I paused. "When did you start?" I asked, directing it to their relationship.

"A year ago," she answered briefly.

"Okay," I answered simply. I was trying to figure out what to do.

I finally faced my mum, and she looked devastated. I could tell from her face, even though she kept a 'congrats' kind of face.

"Mum," I called. She quickly flashed me a 'I am fine' fake smile. I wished I could comfort her, but I, too, needed comforting. "I... forgive you," I said.

She gave me her striking smile. She was actually the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I wished I was as beautiful as her...

"Thanks, darling. It really made me feel better," she continued smiling.

"I don forgive you," my dad said, holding his wife-to-be. I wasn’t really comfortable with everything, especially the surprising wedding coming up.

"Thank you and God bless you," she said without a smile when my father said it, and I wanted to ask why, but she had already walked out of the house.

I excused myself and went to my room. Sadly, Aunty Joan forgot about me, but... I hardly cared. I just didn’t feel happy about any of this wedding surprise.

I climbed into bed as if I were tired. I had so many questions, though. Is my father staying here? Am I going to be going to my mum’s house? So, Aunty Joan is going to be my stepmom? How is this happening in just a few hours?

I felt like crying, but... that's true, I haven’t spoken to God for a while now. I guess this is the time.

"God," I called out, hoping He could hear me. "I am sorry for not talking to You for a while. I have been claiming to be busy for the past few months, and I am so sorry. God, I want to thank You for hearing me out, for bringing me to You. You said You love me, and that’s enough to live my daily life. God, I am tired of surprises. I know this marriage will turn out to be a bad thing, and I hope I am wrong, but I can’t just help it. I feel like crying, but there are no tears coming out. I feel devastated and confused. I am tired of feeling that way. Thank You, God, for listening to me," I said, and I opened my eyes.

Right on cue, I heard my dad call my name.

"Sir," I came downstairs and saw the two of them seated like a newly married couple. It was so annoying.

"Wetin you dey do for that your room sef?" He’s at it again.

"I am praying," I answered briefly.

"Pray... na pray I hear from that your mouth?" He asked.

I inwardly rolled my eyes. I walked to the kitchen, knowing what he wants already. Food. The only food he knows that they eat in the city: Spaghetti.

I switched on the light, and what I saw frightened me. I didn’t want to scream, but... let me just say this looks like that same guy I met in that trance or dream, I don’t know what to call it. I think he is called Ares.

"Since you said you won't join us, you will suffer. You will hate your life, and in surrendering tears, you will come to us. BET ME," he laughed and then disappeared.

Oh no! He is going to do everything to make me join them. So they can do something bad to my mum or do something bad to everyone I care about. What am I going to do?

TRUST ME

I heard Your soothing voice, that beautiful melodious voice that helps me continue my life with smiles.

After I finished cooking, I stepped out of the kitchen and saw the overall dem dem sitting like they have no problems in life.

I can’t wait for all this marriage stuff to pass so that I'll see what will happen after, to know if I was right or wrong. God helping, I will be wrong, but with what that guy said... I have a feeling deep in my gut that I am right.

"Are you done cooking?" Aunty Joan asked.

"Yes, ma," I answered.

She didn’t even look at me. Lol. I feel wasted.

I glanced at my father, who was also engrossed in the TV. I guess it is his first time watching TV.

I sneaked out of the living room and went to the library. It is a spacious room filled with books and writing materials.

This place is where I love spending my time. It is where I pray, read, get more knowledge, and research.

I sat on my special red seat that I personally picked out because I love red, and I guess I stayed there for hours. There was a computer in front of me. There was space for a computer, reading, or writing on just one table.

I daydream here, I speak to God here, I pray here, I read my Bible here, and I also write my diary here, well, sometimes.

"Jane," I heard Aunty Goodness call. I hadn’t even sat for three minutes.

THE SPAGHETTI!!

I rushed down, and I immediately felt a painful slap on my cheeks. I saw Aunty Joan’s angry face.

Did she just hit me? She has never hit me for anything. Even when I did something worse than this, she just yelled.

"Are you still standing here?" She asked, and I received another slap.

What is going on with Aunty Joan?

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~giftedFortune