Once In A Life Time

{3}I Need Your Help

I throw everything out of my backpack, hoping I just overlooked it.

"Where is it ?!"

I yell out as I throw the bag to the side.

"Just calm down and retrace your steps."

"Destiny you don't get it. Everything is in there. Literally everything!"

I begin to pace around the room.

Everything my father has done to me is in that journal, as are all my songs and poems. If someone reads that journal, I can get into trouble.

"Hey."

Destiny puts her hands on my shoulders, stopping me in my tracks.

"Breathe."

She takes a deep breath, and I do the same.

"Where did you last have it?"

I begin to think carefully before answering her question.

"The hallway, this morning during first period."

"Okay so-"

"Way ahead of you!"

I leave the nurse's office, leaving my backpack and things on the floor.

I make it to that specific hallway outside of Mrs. Waltons class.

"Dang it!"

I yell as I see it's not there. I looked in the trash can I had tripped over earlier. It isn't there.

I feel mixed emotions between fear and anger.

What if someone gave it to Mrs. Walton?

I turn around, making a left to head into the familiar classroom.

There she was. She's sitting at her desk looking like she's reading something-

No.

"Hello Mrs. Walton."

I say as I begin to walk to her desk.

She jumped a bit, causing me to take a step back.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you."

She looks at me blankly and nods her head.

I stand there awkwardly as she puts her attention back to reading something. Something that could be mine.

"I was wondering if anyone turnt in a notebook to you?"

"A notebook?"

She looks back at me, confused. Although I know she knows what I'm talking about.

"Yeah ,Toby had lost his notebook earlier when everything had went down. So I thought I could help him look for it."

"Oh , I see."

"Yeah. "

"What does this notebook look like?"

Why is she asking me this? I can't help but panic as my eyes pace the room.

"Black ? I believe. I'll just tell him that i couldn't find it. Thank you anyways Mrs. Walton."

I turn around and head for the door, mentally slapping myself after knowing how much trouble I am in now.

"Do me a favor."

I didn't turn around; I just stopped and listened.

"Tell .... Toby, I have his notebook. If he wants it back he can come get it himself after school."