The Secret Room

Most people think fairies are not real. When I was a little girl I didn’t believe in anything that was told by my parents. I practically didn’t listen to my parents. I didn’t care about anyone or anything, but that was all going to change, because I found the secret room.

It all began at my mother’s birthday, my mother and father didn’t care about me, and they thought I was too selfish, actually everybody thought I was too selfish. At that moment when I heard that rumour being spread all across England, I didn’t care about my parents, nobody. The horrible moment was when my parents didn’t let me to any of the grand parties that we always held at our beautiful ballroom. My mother and father always thought I was going to cause trouble like I did at the other party that was held at our mansion. So while I was sitting on my mother’s bed watching the party from her window I saw something sparkle in my mother’s jewellery box. I opened it mysteriously and slowly, and then I peeped inside. I gasped, because right there in my own mother’s box I saw the most beautiful necklace ever! I picked it up, and I carefully put the gorgeous piece of jewellery around my neck. I glanced in the mirror at my reflection, and at that moment the necklace sparkled very brightly! It shone like the sun! The TOO bright light blinded me. As I was trying to not let my eyes look at the light something happened. It grew windy outside or should I say VERY windy. Our housemaid ran into the bedroom screaming. “ A hurricane is on it’s way miss! We’ve got to get you down in the basement!” She grabbed me by the arm and heaved me down the stairs. The maid ran upstairs and rushed outside to warn the party guests. I waited in the basement for a long time. The maid didn’t come back. I started to cry quietly. And snuggled down in my sweater to try and keep warm. I took off the necklace and stared at it. I noticed that it was a locket. I opened it up. My mother and father’s picture was in it. It was them cuddling together at there honeymoon. I stared at the picture, then after a while, I fell asleep.

I woke up by the sound of sirens. I heard people tearing the roof off our house to see if there were any survivors. I screamed for help. Somebody heard me and got some people to get in special suits to get down to me. They finally got me out of there. They took me back to the police station and the chief of the police officers was talking on the phone to an orphanage housekeeper and said they could do with one more orphan. At that second a man took me by the hand and pulled me towards the carriage waiting outside to take me to the orphanage. He pushed me in the carriage and pulled me down to sit in a VERY uncomfortable seat. The carriage started to move. I looked out my window at the beautiful country, but now it’s gone, the hurricane was very bad. It blew our house down. But outside was worse, the party was crashed, food bits were all over the place. After an hour of sitting in the dumb fancy hot rod I seemed to notice that the country side was getting more beautiful, the hurricane didn’t come across this land. I stared out the window a bit and while I was doing that I saw a girl galloping on a horse. I sat up straight and watched her ride the horse so carefully and studied her movements. I took out my notebook that my father had given to me for my birthday. I opened it to the first fresh page and started writing and sketching the girl. Before I knew it we were at the orphanage. The man pushed me out of the carriage and rang the doorbell of the orphanage. A little girl who looked tired and dirty opened the door. “ Hello, can I help you,” the little scrubby girl asked. The man told the girl that there was a new orphan. The girl who seemed to be a maid ran into the house and came back with a bunch of scrubby girls and took my clean hands with there dirty ones and pulled me into the orphanage. “Get you scrubby hands of my clean delicate draws.” I said with so much rudeness. I almost was about to say sorry about my words and I should be more polite with my language but the girls just giggled with delight and didn’t pull me this time they gave me a cookie and then gave me a little push to get going. The man left without saying good-bye. And everybody says I’m rude! The girls took me to the bedroom that I would be staying in. I was in a bedroom by myself. There was only a closet, dresser and bed in the room. It was completely empty and ridiculous. I opened the curtains and saw a beautiful view. I unpacked my bag and took out books and started to read. After a full hour of reading a little girl that was 5 came into my room and asked me to read her this book. I immediately said with no care “ No!” she had tears in her eyes and started to walk slowly out of the room crying. I felt so terrible and mean that I couldn’t help myself but I said, “Okay, I’ll read you the book” she ran back with joy and hugged me tight. I was surprised anyone was going to care for me. I hugged her back. I read her the book. The rest of the day I helped other with learning to read and write. I don’t think they didn’t go to school. Finally I went to bed. I struggled to get to sleep. I sat up and saw a sparkle I followed it to the curtain. I lifted up the curtain and saw a middle-sized door. That was when I found the secret room

The housekeeper said to stay on our bed and read until supper, and to not go wandering off. I knew I was supposed to stay on the bed but I just had to see what was behind the little door. I twisted the handle but it was locked. “ Darn!” I said in an angry voice. I turned around. My eyes widened as I saw a little chest near the window. “ Maybe that’s where the key must be to the little door I found!” I thought. I crawled quickly to the chest to make sure nobody found me. I tried to open it. It only budged a tiny bit. I said to myself, “fine I’ll just have to get you open whether I have to work all night!” I worked until 8:00pm. I had a break because it was suppertime. But straight after supper I got back to work on trying to open the chest. Finally at 11:00pm I had opened the chest. The little girl who I had read a book to came into my bedroom. She had woken up from a nightmare. She saw me around the chest. She came near me. “ Suzan? Is that you?” she asked me tiredly. “ Yes.” I told her. “What are you doing?” I told her I found a secret room. But she was a bit to tired to hear. As I was telling her she just went back to bed. So I continued to look inside the chest. At the bottom was just sand. I rustled through it and found a little key. “ Yes!” I thought out loud. I kneeled by the door and put the key in. I opened it, was pitch black. I found a match and candle. I lit it. I opened the door a bit wider, and crawled in. soon before I knew it I crawled into this big room. I turned around in a circle with the candle trying to see what underneath the darkness. As far as I could tell I was in a one-roomed house. There were 3 beds in a corner; next to it there was the kitchen. The kitchen didn’t look like an ordinary one. It had a wooden bench with a big bowl that was used as a sink. Next to it was another, larger bowl that was also known as the laundry. In it sitting there was an olden-day washing board. The next part of the room looked like a play area for children. I saw a little rattle and fluffy teddy bear. I went over to the teddy bear and picked it up and examined the little fluff ball. Out of the darkness I heard a noise. There was a big bowl tipped over. I carefully walked over to it and lifted it up. Under it was a little baby that was only14 weeks old lying on the ground curled up on the cold floor sucking its thumb. It looked starving. It had giant bags under its eyes. Its clothes were rags. A girl who looked tired and hungry stepped out of nowhere and picked up the baby. Then a boy stepped out and hugged the girl who was around about 12. They looked poor. “ Why your all cold!” I looked at myself dressed in a nice warm blanket. I felt terrible. I handed over the blanket. “ Here,” I said. “ Keep it.” I said nicely. The girl said, “ Thank-you, we really do appreciate it!” Then the boy whispered in my ear, “ Were free!” then he smiled and then the rest of them smiled. They looked like a perfect family. Then the smiles dropped. Something was making a whistle noise. It dragged them away. The last words I heard from the boy was, “ Beware! She’s coming! Run!” I ran as fast as I could out of the room, through the door and shut it. I took out the key and jumped into bed. I had the key in my bed. I remembered the boy all night. He was my age 11. The next morning I got dressed in red chequered dress with a little with petticoat underneath the dress, a red headband and an apron so we didn’t get our dresses dirty. I went down and had breakfast. It was eggs and sausage. Then I went up to read to help digest my food. After an hour of reading I sneaked off my bed and went down to the kitchen. I took a few bits of white and brown bread into a clean handkerchief. I also found some carrots, beans and broccoli in the fridge. I found some bananas for the baby to eat. Then I went up to my room and kneeled down to the curtain. I opened it up and there was the little door. I put down the food and reached into my pocket for the key. I took it out and jabbed in into the lock. It opened slowly and I picked up the food and crawled into the room. I saw the children cleaning the room. “ Hi,” I said, “I bought you some food! Here have it. Dig in!” “ Thank-you, we haven’t eaten in 2 days!” said the girl who was already digging into a piece of bread. The baby managed to just crawl over and grab the banana. The boy lifted her up and unpeeled the banana for her. “ I’m sorry! I couldn’t find any hot food! I’ll bring you some tomorrow!” I said remembering that they were freezing yesterday. “ That’s alright, this is a thing we barley ever do.” The boy said, “What do you mean?” I asked suspiciously. “ I mean that we barely ever have time to eat!” the boy said staring at his older sister. “ How rude of us! My name is Alice!” the girl said nudging her brother to tell his. “ Um, yes, ahh, my name is Luke and this is Kate” the boy said looking at his younger sister who seemed to be chewing on a rattle. “ Well, I, ahh have to go” I said rushing out of the door. “ Bye!” Luke said and smiled at the same time. And before I knew it I was crawling on my knees again. Emily my friend in the orphanage came into my room and said, “ Can we play schools again!” “ Alright, but no more after this one okay!” I said sounding very grumpy. After 2 hours of playing schools I decided to go down to the kitchen and have some lunch. I always tried to get there early so I could get the best seat. Today’s menu was chicken soup. I asked for seconds and thirds but I didn’t eat it I was saving it for Luke and his sisters. It was still hot so I made a quick dash to the secret room before the food got cold. I got the key and pushed the key into the lock. It opened and I yelled “ Lunch!” Alice thanked me and took the soup. I felt proud of what I had done for Alice and her siblings. I got changed into a white silk dress and jumped on my bed. I read for 2 hours. Reading was a habit ever since I came to the orphanage. I took out my notebook my father gave me. I stared at the picture I drew of a girl on a horse. I had also taken a picture with my camera of the girl. She looked so happy, so free! But then I remembered that Alice wasn’t free, and Luke wasn’t free! I had to do something. We all went on a field trip to the library. I went to the information section. I got a book on homeless children. And children in poor parts Africa. I studied them. We went back to the orphanage. In my notebook I started to write a story on homeless kids. I started writing more. I asked Alice if I could take a picture of them for a poster so people would adopt them. That night I went to the secret room again and asked them, “ Why don’t you come out?” “ Because were afraid.” Luke told me. “ Don’t be silly, come on.” I said grabbing their hands and pulling them towards the door. They stepped out. “ WOW!!” they said as they saw light and brightness. I showed them my room. I gave Alice 4 new dresses that I got that was too big. They were red, white, yellow and blue. They fit her perfectly. I introduced them to Emily and my other friends. Suzy who was a toddler gave me some clothes that were too small so that Kate could wear it. John a boy gave Luke some pants and shirts. 2 families came in and one of them chose me! And the other family chose Alice, Luke and Kate. I packed my bags and went with my new family. “ Bye Kate, bye Luke and bye Alice! I’ll never forget you!” I took a picture and waved one last time to the children from the secret room. My plan had worked. Now I’m 37 and now I work in the same old orphanage I lived in where I met Alice. But now I work as a maid and teacher at the orphanage. But every now and then I visit the SECRET ROOM. And I’m still wearing that necklace of my mother’s.