"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...
Today was one of those rare days when school felt exciting instead of just… school. Mystara and I had to work on a project together for class, and we decided to make it about Wonderland—the magical place we’d created in our imaginations. This place was special to us; it was our escape from all the noise and worries of the real world, a place that belonged only to us.
As we brainstormed, we let our minds wander, dreaming up all the things that made Wonderland beautiful. We talked about the sun that never set, the shimmering rivers where we sailed on boats made of leaves, and the fields filled with flowers that glowed softly at night. Each idea was like opening a new door in this world we had built together, and every time we added something, it felt more real.
When it came time to actually create the project, we decided to draw our dream world on a big poster. Mystara painted the sky—a shade of blue so rich it felt like we could step right into it—and I worked on the fields and forests, adding tiny details like the little cottages we imagined living in. We even created a storyline where we were explorers, mapping out Wonderland and discovering its secrets. For a moment, as we worked side by side, I forgot about everything else and just felt… happy.
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Presenting it to the class, though, was a different story. Standing in front of everyone, I felt a wave of nervousness wash over me. What if they didn’t understand? What if they laughed? But Mystara squeezed my hand just before we started, and her calm presence helped steady me. She began by describing the sky and rivers, her voice strong and confident. And when it was my turn, I found the courage to speak up, sharing what Wonderland meant to us—a place where we could be ourselves, no matter what.
When we finished, the room was quiet for a moment, and then Ms. Desai clapped. Her smile was warm and genuine, and I could tell she saw something special in our project. “It’s beautiful,” she said, “and so creative. You two have really brought Wonderland to life.”
As we sat down, I felt a rush of pride. It wasn’t just about the project; it was about being able to share a piece of ourselves with others and seeing it appreciated. That was new for me. Usually, I kept my feelings hidden, but today I’d shared a little piece of my heart, and it felt surprisingly good.
After class, Mystara and I walked out of the school together, laughing about the project and talking about what we’d add to Wonderland next. I realized that this wasn’t just about escaping anymore—it was about creating something together that made us feel understood.
I think today taught me something important: sometimes, sharing your dreams, even the silly or secret ones, can help others see you for who you really are.
