Fated Destiny Book Three

Chapter Eight: A Day In The Life Of A Saint

I stare at the words on the paper in front of me, my eyebrows twitching in frustration. My pencil tapping against the paper as I tried to will myself to continue writing. My eyes wandered around the desk where several pieces of paper and pencils sat, up in the corner of the desk was what the Doctor called a Dictionary. Doctor Roman went through the English alphabet with me before he instructed me to write down the alphabet several times at least for a few hours. He said I was going to spend the next few weeks writing the Alphabet at least for a few hours everyday until I finally nailed it down. Roman told me if I needed any help to drop by his office, and that he would check up on me at the end of when I was suppose to finish up writing. So far I had managed to get the first few letters down on the paper, even though my handwriting looked like chicken scrap. So I could hardly say that I was really being successful.

"Ugh..." I groaned as I dropped my pencil and laid my head back against my chair. After a moment I pushed myself back out from underneath my desk and stood up from my chair. Making my way around the chair I headed towards my bed, and leaping up I threw myself onto my bed and burrowed my face into my pillow. I squeezed my pillow tightly as I looked up at my headboard. "Learning how to write is harder than I originally thought..." I murmured. It was also different than my experiences before, because the Doctor was teaching me how to write English. It made sense however, since the only person who knew how to speak French, was Mashu. Christopher as far as I was aware could only speak English and German, so if I wanted to write to Chris or read any books I would need to learn to read and write English. "Speaking of Chris, I wish he was here teaching me." I murmured as I squeezed my pillow even tighter. It had only been a week since Chris, Mashu, and Lancer had departed for their home, yet I missed my friends dearly. The only person I've talked to has been Doctor Roman, my temporary Master, and I had talked a little bit with one of Chris's friend, Gerald, at my morning prayer. Gerald was a friendly and respectable man, and so were Chris's other friends. Yet I was hesitant to approach them or strike up a conversation with them as I was uncertain of what to talk about with them. Sure it was easy enough to talk to men in the War, but that was because you had to talk to them about battle plans and strategy. Too be honest everyone always told me I was quiet and reserved, It was because I was always a wreck when it came to socializing even when I was alive, the only people I talked too were my sisters and brothers and my friends. Anyway, what could I possibly talk about too anyone of the modern day, when I knew very little and I couldn't read yet to learn more about the Modern era? I could always ask them about things to learn more, but I did not want to be a nuisance. "Mmm....." I let out another groan in annoyance. Things were much easier when I was talking with Chris, everything was easier when it came to Chris. He made me eager to want to learn so I could understand more and talk to him about a larger range of subjects, and also so I wasn't so clueless about some of the things he talked about. Now with Chris gone, I felt less eager to want to learn, I still urged to understand things and be able to read the bible. It was just that Chris made things more exciting and understandable. I didn't understand why, but he just did. I really didn't understand these weird feelings I had whenever I was with Chris, or whenever I thought of him. Even now I was having these strange feelings, my chest would tighten up and my stomach would feel uneasy. I dug my face back into my pillow and kicked my feet up and down against my bed. I didn't understand why I was having these odd feelings, and I didn't like not knowing why...