"THE SILENT PAGES OF SECRET DIARY" reveals the hidden world of SECRET DAISY, a twelve-year-old girl with a heart weighed down by secrets she can't share with anyone else. In her middle-class home, where arguments and silences fill the air, Secret Da...
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School was boring today, as usual. The teacher droned on about fractions, her voice a monotonous hum that barely registered in my mind. I sat at my desk, staring out the window, watching the clouds drift lazily across the sky. I found myself daydreaming about a place I named Wonderland, where the sun always shines, and there are no arguments or sad faces.
In Wonderland, everything is vibrant and colorful. The trees are tall and full of blossoms that dance in the gentle breeze. The air is filled with laughter, and everyone is kind. I can be whoever I want—an explorer, a queen, or even a brave knight. I wish I could escape there sometimes, especially on days like today.
As my eyes grew heavy, I rested my head on my folded arms, allowing my thoughts to drift deeper into my imagination. The classroom around me faded away, the sounds of the students chattering and the teacher's voice dissolving into a distant murmur.
In my mind, I slipped through the gates of Wonderland. I was free from the chaos of my home and the weight of my worries. I wandered through fields of flowers that sparkled under a radiant sun, the soft grass tickling my feet. There were no fights, no heavy hearts—just the peace I longed for.
As I explored this magical land, I stumbled upon a hidden garden where every flower whispered secrets of joy and friendship. Here, I met friends who understood me without needing words. We shared stories and dreams, creating a world where anything was possible.
But just as I began to feel truly happy, a loud bell rang, jolting me back to reality. I blinked, disoriented, and realized it was time to move on to the next class. The teacher’s voice cut through my reverie, and the other students were packing up their things. I sighed, knowing I had to leave Wonderland behind, even if just for a little while.
“See you tomorrow,” I whispered to my imaginary friends, hoping they would be waiting for me when I returned. I gathered my things and forced myself to step back into the mundane world, feeling a bit heavier than before. But deep down, I held onto the warmth of Wonderland, knowing that it was always there, ready to welcome me back whenever I needed to escape.
