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‘I will never trust you again’
“What’s this?” I asked myself, picking up a box that did not define itself as anything. “Jennifer, Jennifer,” I shouted for my elder sister. She came running upstairs. “What’s this?” I asked showing her the box. “I got it from your closet.”
“How dare you open my closet?” she said harshly and immediately snatched the box from my hand. “But what is it?” I asked her. “Nothing,” she replied which was her final answer. She put the box back into her closet and locked it up. I stood there wondering, what could be in that box. What is it that made my sister so mysterious?
Jennifer, however, was my elder sister, a caring and indeed very helpful sister. She had a fair complexion with black twinkling eyes, wavy brown hair and always held a beautiful smile on her face. I liked the way she was. I have got another younger brother, he’s only a year younger than I am and his name is Steven.
I was still thinking when my mother called me for lunch. My sister sat quietly on the other side of the table.
After lunch, both of us went to our bedroom while Steven continued to play his video game. Jennifer, Steven and I shared a bedroom, which was located on the third floor, the one and only room on that floor.
I was lying on the bed reading a book while my sister arranged her closet. She was doing something to the box, which I couldn’t see. I sat up and went to her. She quickly closed her closet. “Tell me what’s in the box, please,” I requested. “I really do want to know what’s in it, tell me otherwise I won’t talk to you; I promise I won’t tell anybody.” I pleaded with her every now and then, but her answer was no.
She was so fond of me that at last after so many pleas and promises, she told me. I began to listen with full attention making sure that I should not miss even a word. She said: “This box could be opened by knocking four times on its cover. It’s a magical box; inside there is the dairy where I keep all my stories. I don’t want anyone to know about my magical dairy so I kept it a secret.” She finished her sentence mysteriously.
I was listening with full excitement. She even showed me. She knocked the cover of the box; it opened beautifully like a door. A dairy was in it; on the cover it had beautiful fairies. What astonished me was that the fairies drawn were flying in a lovely garden, they were moving, performing magic like in Harry Potter! “MIRACULOUS!” I exclaimed. My sister opened the dairy; her writing appeared on the pages. There she had her stories; she was really fond of writing stories. “Can I read all your stories?” I asked hesitating, “I promise you I won’t tell anyone.”
“All right, I can lend it to you,” Jennifer replied. “But keep it a secret.”
At night, when everyone was fast asleep. I took out the box and opened it with the instructions my sister recommended. While I was walking into Jennifer’s spell-bounding stories, Steven woke up. I didn’t realise. He said: “What’s this.” I was suddenly shaken, like waking someone from her dream.
“What’s that you say?” I asked still thinking about the story that kept me attracted. “I was asking that what’s that you have got there?” he asked impatiently.
“Nothing, only a book,” still not realising that a trusted secret was in my hand. “Is this a secret?” he said, “let me see.” With this word a bell rang in my mind. Oh no! My sister’s big secret. I jumped from my bed and as quick as anything, I shut the dairy and the box. “Come on! Let me have a look,” Steven said as he tried to snatch the box from me.
With this disturbance, Jennifer woke, “What’s this noise about?” she said sleepily. Then suddenly she realised what was happening, her biggest secret has been discovered. Her eyes were filled with tears. “But you promised!” she cried, “I will never trust you again.” From that day onwards I didn’t trust myself again…
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