Preye

Preye(short part)

I had heard giggles from all corners, Eyes on me other ears wanting to hear something and the rest looking so brainwashed with whatever the story was.
As i continued my walk,my majestic walk to my classroom like whatever happened wasn't my problem until Adaeze the biggest moron of the school pointed at me and continued to giggle.My heart skipped a beat and it started beating even more faster
I finally got to my class it was even more worse as every single soul paved way for me it was so annoying even though I was not the type of person that usually merged with being a laughingstock,only if I knew the reason for this I would have found a way to make them rather look stupid themselves but here I was even more surprised than they were.
Ms.Preye may I see you right now? Mr Bonsu asked, Mr Bonsu was our principal and he is Ghanaian he had being with us since kindergarten years but I have grown to see him as a father to all the kids in the school. Then we entered his office I asked for permission to sit down which he offered me.
Preye do you know why I called you? I replied with a negative nod.
Preye I have noticed you are a good writer. I have read most of your essays in class and your literature teacher says you are one,if not the best student in her class. Then he looked up to me and I smiled slightly. I have called you to my office for a good reason and that is to ask you if you would like to be part of the competition this year. What competition sir?. Have you ever heard of the "Writers Shop"? No sir!.
The Writers Shop is to help young writers build up their skills in writing stories, poems,giving speeches,articles,etc. And i know you can do it. You get a prize and also people,your audience get to buy your story and you also could win a contract to become an official writer. Oh sir! ,oh i cannot thank you enough.

Do talk to your father about it dear and do not forget to keep it secret,it should be within you and your family.