A Dark Destiny

Chapter 4

It was soon the next day and I still hadn't figured out what to write. I was experiencing a writer's block and I hated when such things happened to me. I couldn't go on a writer's block, not now when I really needed to come up with a story urgently. As much as I wanted to prove myself to Brenda, I realised that all this was pointless. I guess this was a sign for me to back off and just leave everything in God's hands.

I already had my breakfast at the dining hall and was now in class thinking of what to write for my story when I finally packed the paper that I had torn out of my exercise book back into where I tore it from. Right now, there was nothing I could do. I had to relax.

"Have you figured out what you're going to write yet?" Christine asked as she walked into the classroom with Amanda and came to me at the desk.

"I simply have no idea of what I am going to write," I replied feeling helpless.

"You must be experiencing a writer's block," said Amanda.

"Yes, I am. If I don't come up with something by evening, I might as well just forfeit this competition."

I saw Amanda and Christine look at each other with worried looks on their faces. They didn't expect this from me, and neither did I.

As usual, we had our usual daily devotion and afterwards, the sharing of the Bible. Most days when life just seemed so tough, reading the word of God brought comfort and you would be ready to face off the day. I always considered it as a daily guide in my life just like everyone who read the Bible would. Not only did it give me comfort, it helped me in ways I can never imagine. Sometimes when I was stuck and I didn't know what to do, I would turn to the Bible for guidance and with a little prayer at the end of it, something more of an idea pops in my head and I am able to resolve whatever issue I had.

But today, I didn't feel the comfort. I didn't feel I got what I needed from the Bible reading like I used to. If anything, I felt hollow.

Or I can say empty.

"Diana?"

And totally distracted.

"Huh?" I turned to Christine who was looking at me with a scared look on her face.

"I am not the one calling you," said Christine.

I got confused. "Then who is calling me?"

"That would be me, Diana," said a voice at the door.

I turned to look at the door and froze. The class was very quiet. Mr Daka stood there and he was looking at me. He had a look on his face I couldn't describe. Was he mad at me? I couldn't tell from where I sat. Something in me told me that I was in some kind of trouble.

"Can I see you for a moment at the teacher's staff room?" Mr Daka asked.

I gulped. I was in trouble for sure. Why was I being summoned to the staff room? If you were a pupil called to the staff room, that only meant you were in trouble. Well, that happened seventy percent of the time. Was I going to be surrounded by the disciplinary committee of the school who will find some fault in me or something? But that would be silly of me to think of this right now. It's not like I did anything wrong this week that would end up with me facing the disciplinary committee, did I?

Who knows?

I quickly stood up from my desk and for a moment, I could feel everyone's eyes on me. They were probably wondering what fate would befall on their fellow student, that's if I had done anything wrong to start with. They knew the dangers of finding yourself in the staff room if you weren't even a class monitor or a prefect. Hopefully, they wouldn't think that this is the last they would see of me in this school.