secret diary (verhaal)

[marla85]

Wednesday, October 3rd 1935
Dear Diary,

I couldn’t write for 2 day’s because Nathan had one of his fits and wouldn’t let me out of his site. If I went downstairs, he would check on me for every 5 minutes. And if I went upstairs he would do the same. But now he is in town, so I can write for a few minutes. I didn't want him to read this diary or even know about it, just because these are my thoughts. He can have my freedom, but not my thoughts. If he finds out, oh I don’t want to even want to know what would happen if he did.
Sunday everything started, because he found my figures. They are almost done. Even though I kept them in a good place, Sunday, when Nathan suddenly came into my room, he saw them. I was sitting on my bed, concentrating on my work until suddenly the door flew open. I was sitting with my back to the door and I tried to hide them in my blanket. But Nathan must have seen them because he asked: “ What are you hiding?”
“Nothing.” I said.
“Stand up!” he barfed.
Hastily I stood up. He began searching my bed and not too soon after he found the figures.
“What are these?” he asked holding the figures up in his hands.
“Figures.” I said.
“These look like that darn boy and girl that are always playing around here! Don’t they?” He asked.
“No, no…that is just a coincidence.” I said.
“Why did you make them?” he asked.
“I was bored sitting around the house all the time. I can make whatever I want and you can’t do anything about it. Now give em back!” I answered.
“ Oh no, I am not going to give these back to you. And if I ever, ever see something like this again I will have to lock you in the basement. Do you understand?”
I said nothing.
“Do you understand?” he barfed.
“Yes, sir.” I said.
And then he left, with the figures. Since then he has been watching me. I figured I had to be careful from then on, if I didn’t want to be in the basement. The basement is a very dark place. There are no windows and you can’t get any light from the door. The stone ground is hard and cold. And the last time I was there I found out that there are rats living in the basement.
I had a hard time not getting any opportunity to write in my diary and I had to get my figures back. I saw the boy and girl every day, checking the hole in the tree. I really wanted to see how they would react if they saw the figures. Nathan was right, I had made the figures like them. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing that he recognized them, I, at least, knew that they would recognize them selves. I was beginning to think about a way to get my figures back so that I could put them in the hole of the tree. And finely I found a way to do it. I would wait till Nathan was sleeping and I would go into his bedroom and steal them from his drawer. I knew he had put the figures in there, because that is his “secret” hiding place.
I stayed up the whole night, and waited till the lights would go off in his room. Finely at 12 o’ clock they were turned off. I waited for another 2 hours and then I slid out of my bed. The hall was dark, and I walked on my bare feet to his room. The door was closed. I listened at the door for any sound before I opened it. The door squeaked a little bit, and I waited for movement. Nothing happened, so I slid in to the door opening. The closet with the drawer was right next to his bed, so I had to be very careful to not wake him up. When I opened the drawer, he suddenly turned on his side. I thought he would wake up, but he didn’t. I saw the figures all the way in the back of the drawer. When I was out of his room I went outside to put the figures in the hole of the tree. The next morning I was watching the girl and boy go to school. They didn’t check the hole in the tree. I waited till 3 o’ clock. Then they would be walking home from school. I saw the girl go to the tree and get the figures out. She dropped them. I saw her looking at them, and then talking to the boy. They seemed to be scared at first, but then they looked happy.
Oh, I think I hear the door opening. I better quit writing.

Boo Radley

[prulleke]

op zich is het verhaal wel leuk, spannend zelfs, maar het engels heeft een groot aantal fouten, wat het vervelend maakt om het door te lezen. Misschien kun je hier wat aan doen?

[marla85]

wat voor fouten?

[stroopwafel]

gewoon zinnen die niet kloppen...

en het verhaal zelf trouwens ook niet helemaal, soms praat je in de vt en dan weer in de tt

hij houdt haar gevangen, maar ze kan wel naar buiten en op z'n kamer komen.
je hebt wel eerder geschreven maar doet alsof alles nieuw is..

[marla85]

ok..dan zal ik dat eens veranderen

[lady of the dark]

Maar waarom is het verhaal in het Engels?

[marla85]

lady of the dark schreef:
Maar waarom is het verhaal in het Engels?

Ik moest het voor school doen dus ik dacht dat ik het maar hier op zette zodat ik wist wat andere mensen ervan vonden.

[lady of the dark]

marla85 schreef:


Ik moest het voor school doen dus ik dacht dat ik het maar hier op zette zodat ik wist wat andere mensen ervan vonden.

aha