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The Secret Room
By jamie docherty
Thursday, November 17, 2011

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Georgia has lived in her house for ages but what she doesn't know is there is a secret room in her room.

                                                                The Secret Room           

“Georgia, start unpacking your things and fold your clothes up neatly and start putting them into your wardrobe.” Mum said quickly.

“Do I have to do it just now? My feet are sore and I’m so tired.” I yawned loudly. Mum looked at me with a strange look on her face.

“Don’t try to act tired with me, your feet aren’t sore and I know you aren’t tired, so get upstairs now and do what you’re told!” Mum screamed and looked at me again, I stood there not moving.

“Go on then.” She said to me, moving her hand like the hand was telling me to shuffle along up the stairs.

“I’m going!” I yelled, my face going red.

I stormed up the stairs and slammed by door as loud as I could. I didn’t care what my mum said. I don’t see why I need to do it now, I could of done it later. It’s not fair! Lucy gets to do it later.

I looked around the small, cold room. The walls were horrible, white and they looked dirty, wooden tiles on the floor, some had cracks on them and the rest were dirty and looked like they hadn’t been washed for ages. I decided I should start doing something, I was still annoyed and I was starting to get tired. Mum had sent me up half an hour ago and I still haven’t done anything.  I started taking clothes out of the big black bags and started folding them neatly. I placed each of my tops in one pile stacking on top of each other.

An hour later, I finally finished doing my wardrobe. Mum came up and asked how I was doing, this time she was being nice.

“Fine” I said quickly.

“Aw, how’s my little baby.” My mum said, squeezing my cheeks softly.

“I’m not a baby.” I said angrily.

“Alright, I know you’re not a baby, it’s just an expression, what are you like?” She said, turning the cooker off.

It was starting to brighten up now. The sun was out and I was stuck in the house, great.

“Mum can I go and see Beth and Carly?” I asked quickly, smiling.

Mum looked at me with one eye slightly closed.

“Have you done what I’ve asked you?”

“Yes, took my clothes out the bag, folded them neatly, placed them neatly in the wardrobe, yes I have. Can I go now?” I said to her quickly.

“Ok, but be back for 5:00 clock, your gran’s coming over!” My mum quickly said, loud enough for me to hear.

5:00 clock!? That’s far too early! I can’t leave at 5, I wanted out of the house for as long as possible! Oh well, I’ve not seen my gran for ages! The last time I seen her was on her 80th birthday I think. Every time she comes over she always brings me chocolates or a small thing she knitted. Last year I got a knitted chicken, it was yellow wool she knitted it in, I remember it was so soft and she even knitted a small hat for it, the hat was red like the colour of a cherry. I loved it until my neighbour’s dog ate it, well attacked it. I wonder what she’ll get me this time.

“Georgia, Georgia! Wait up!” A voice said from behind.

It was Jane, she had her hair up, she was wearing a denim skirt which matched with her top, her top was a faded blue colour with small flowers in the corner.

Jane was one of the geeky kids at school, well not exactly geeky well as my mum always says; “There not geeky they’re just very intelligent.” Yeah she says that all the time if I speak about geeks or that. Well anyway, she never speaks to us, she’s more interested in her work.

“What you doing here?” I asked curiously.

“I was just visiting my dad then I seen you walking past, where you going anyway?” She asked quickly, out of breath.

“Cool, I’m meeting Beth and Carla.”

Jane looked at me with a weird expression on her face.

“What the ones from school, our year?” She asked.

“Yeah.” I said quickly.

“Oh right well I’ll let you go then, bye.” She said, and then she walked away.

“Bye.” I said loud enough for her to hear.

It was starting to get duller, the sun was fading away but it was still warm. I still had three and a half hours left till I had to come back home.                                                                                                                         As I started walking I seen Carla and Beth walking down the hill. Carla was waving at me with her arms flapping wildly in the air, Beth smiled.

“Hey!” They both said loudly.

“Hi, omg guess who was speaking to me!” I said quickly.

Carla and Beth put a thinking face on, looking at me with their heads slightly turned and they both placed one of their fingers on their chin.

“Erm Jake?” Beth asked curiously.

“Nope.” I said, smirking.

“Laura?” Carla asked, looking puzzled.

“Nope, try again, look I’ll give you a clue, she’s very interested in her work and doesn’t speak to lots of people.” I said, trying to not give it away.

“Jane?” Beth asked quickly.

“Yeah! Well done.” I said, smirking again.

“Omg, really?! Why did she speak to you?” Carla said quickly, giggling away.

“I don’t know I was walking up the hill to meet you two and she came over to me and started speaking, it was strange.” I said, smiling.

“Hahahaha!  Did she say anything about us?” Beth asked curiously.

“No, well when I told her where I was going, it was like she was away to say I’ll go with you, but when I said I was going with you two, she went weird, she said she would let me go then.” I said.

“HAHA! It’s because she hates us, well not quite you but us, she’s a weirdo anyway, imagine her with us? No way!” Beth said, laughing loudly.

“Can’t imagine that anyway.” I said, smiling.

“What should we do know?” Carla asked, looking around.

There wasn’t a lot of things to do here, it was boring, dull, always raining and just horrible. The only good thing here is probably the ice arena, swimming, cinema and McDonalds.

“How about the museum?” Beth said. “I heard that something strange happened last week.” She said again.

Me and Carla looked at each other and nodded.

“Alright.” Carla said.

It was 3:28pm so we still had enough time to go to the museum. The smell of strong petrol went through our nose. It was starting to rain, the white, fluffy clouds moved over the bright sun. Carla put her umbrella up and we all huddled together under the umbrella.

“It had to start raining.” Beth moaned.

“It always rains here, when was the last time it was sunny?” I said, angrily.

“Can’t even remember the last time it was sunny, anyway the museums just over there.” Carla said, pointing to an old building.

We started walking towards the museum. The museum was old, dusty and it had a weird smell, a dusty old smell. There was lots of interesting things in the museum, modelled boats from years back. Statues were standing at the back of the museum, they were very dirty. Underneath there was a small card with writing on it, telling you about the statues and where they came from, a statue of a historian person had came from the 21st Century.

It was twenty past four and we were still in the museum. Carla loved the museum, she loved looking at all the different statues and models from years and years ago.

“I need to go, gran’s coming over at five.” I said, looking at the time.

“Aw, can’t you stay longer?”Carla asked.

“Nah, not really takes me like half an hour to get to my house from here, but you and Beth can stay longer if you want.”

“It’s okay, we’ll come with you, this is getting boring anyway.” Beth said, yawning.

Carla looked a bit sad but she smiled.

“Let’s go then.” She said, quietly.

Outside was warm but windy, the town wasn’t really busy anymore, just a couple of people rushing to get out the town and back home with their shopping bags. Shops were starting to close and shop owners starting cleaning their shops.

Carla’s house was first, then it was Beth’s then mine. We all live kinda close to each other which is a good thing because it’s easier for all of us. I’ve lived here the longest, my mum bought the house of her mum, her mum had it for years and years at least fifty years. I think its cool living in a house that’s old and ancient, you never know what you will find, there could be anything in the house we’ve not noticed yet, doors that lead places, there could be treasure or anything, gold! Okay maybe not gold or treasure but something cool like that, things you would find in a museum.

“Remember when we all first met.” Carla said, starting to laugh.

“Yeah! How could we forget that?” Beth said, smirking.

“When we bumped into each other and you made me drop everything.” I said, looking at Beth.

“Wasn’t my fault, you were the one who didn’t look where you were going and bumped into me.” Beth said, smiling.

It was me and Beth who met first, in a shop. Then like a week later, Carla moved schools and was at our school and that’s when she met us.

We were nearly at Carla’s house. It was quarter to five so I still had plenty of time.

“Bye Georgia, bye Beth.” Carla said when we were at her house.

“Bye.” Me and Beth said, together.

Beth’s house was basically just down the road, mines was down the road, down another road and the through a small path.

“Well I better be off.”Beth said, waving her hand when she got nearer to her house. She ran down a small path.

“Bye.” I shouted. She looked back and waved.

I was nearly home, I wonder if my gran’s in yet. Wonder what she’ll give me today, a ring, money, chocolate, clothes, another diary, pens, could be anything.

I walked into the house and seen my mum and gran sitting chatting away.

“Oh hello my dear.” My gran said, standing up to hug me.

“Hi gran.” I said, hugging her back.

Her perfume was strong but smelled good. She was wearing a small black coat, it looked warm and had three pockets and was very fluffy inside.

“Come sit now dear.” My gran said, slowly patting me on the back.

“Yeah.” I said, heading towards the settee.

She slowly started taking something out of her bag, it was small and wrapped in beautiful paper, dark blue with small hearts in the corner, it was wrapped so neatly.

“Here you go dear.” She said, handing me the present.

“Aw, thanks gran, but you shouldn’t of.” I said, taking the present.

“No no, you know every time I see you I give you a small gift and I don’t see you much anyway.” She said, quietly.

I began to open the present, it was hard to open with all the sellotape wrapped all over it but I managed. As I finally opened it there was a coin, not an ordinary coin, it was medium sized. It had a piece of paper wrapped underneath it saying where the coin was found. I was shocked when it said it’s came from years ago when the war was on.

“Do you like it love?” She asked.

“Yeah it’s really nice, thanks again gran.” I said, smiling.

“It’s alright dear, glad you liked it.” She said.

Mum was sitting talking to gran after she handed me the present, yap, yap, yap, that’s all they do, they either complain about the neighbours or speak about what they’ve missed.  It was starting to get boring, can’t believe I had to come home at five to get a coin! It was nice of her though. 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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Reviewed by Nickolaus Pacione 11/17/2011
This story is not too shabby you got the dialog done rather well here, and I am impressed. I Am looking forward to see what you have in your future here on AuthorsDen.com. I broke open here in 2002 with this site too and for the longest time I was a fixture without a book here until 2004. I am the resident anthologist. This is impressive.


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