Story of a lost journalist

January 21, 2007

Neena’s secret

Filed under: Fiction — Cris @ 04:41

Hi Mr Diary,
I am Neena and I am almost 9 years old. This is the first time I am writing a diary. So I feel kind of odd. Its like talking to a chair or something. But Mamma tells me a diary could be a girl’s best friend. I dont have a best friend now. I had one till yesterday. Her names’ Glory. From yesterday evening we are not friends anymore. She is always talking to Annie. So I told her Annie is her best friend now and not me. And she said I talk to Tina so she could talk to Annie. Stupid girl.

So you could be my best friend. It still feels dumb and I am not going to tell the girls I talk to a book. They’d think I am weird.
Oh I want to tell you about my sisters. Diana and Lilly. I hate both of them. They are always together and shoo me away when I go to talk to them. They think they are big and smart. Giggling all the time. Glory and I tried to do the same. We kept secrets. But they didnt seem to bother. I know they are crazy about boys. Yuck! I hate boys.

Now that Glory is not my best friend I will tell you our secret. We have a secret hiding place at the back of my house. No one goes to that part. We dug a hole there and kept some stuff buried. That looks so neat and secretive. I felt proud. There is a bigger secret. Glory does not know it either. It happened yesterday.
Its a really really big secret you cant tell anyone. There was a man there. I saw him yesterday when I went to dig our hole. He sprang to his feet when he saw me. And when I was about to yell he smiled at me and said hello. Now that should be a nice man. I asked “Hey fellar what are you doing here”
And he said “Sorry Miss is this your land”
And I said “Oh you can bet it is Mister.”
And he said “Can I sleep here for the night Miss I will be gone tomorrow”
And I said “I dont know Mister I will need to ask Mamma about it”
And he said “Please Miss your mother will ask me out. I have to stay here just today.”
And I said “Alright then. But dont dig that hole.”
And he said “I wont Miss. Please dont tell anyone about me”
And I said “Wow thats a secret then. I love secrets, whats your name”
And he said “Call me Georgie. Whats your name ”
And I said “I’m Neena”
And he said “Thanks Neena”

We talked for a long time. Of this and that. I told him our secret place’s name. Hiders.
Now comes the strange part.
Mamma called me and asked today morning “Neena havent you ever wondered what your Father looks like”
And I said “Lotsa times but you’d shoo me away when I ask”
And she said “I know. But its ok this time. We are going to see him today”
And I said “Oh boy oh boy thats cool”
And she said “It isnt actually. Hes met with an accident. Hes not well. I should have let you girls see him more often..”
And I said “Is he going to die”
And she said “Dont you talk like that Neena!”
And I kept quiet. Then she asked “Do you want to see his photo”
And I said sure and she showed me a picture of his.
Thats the strange part. This was the man who came to my secret place yesterday. I forgot its a secret and said aloud “But this is Georgie”
Mamma looked angry. “You dont call him Georgie Neena he is your Pappa.”
George was my Pappa’s name too.

I was confused Mr Diary. My Pappa is sick in a hospital and he came to see me. He looked well to me. I really liked Georgie. I didnt tell anyone about him. But when I went to see Pappa I told him and he smiled and said “We will meet at Hiders again Miss” and winked at me. Oh boy now this was our secret. Pappa’s and mine. I still dont know how he walks when he is sick and I told him this. He said his mind takes him there and mine takes me. I dont know what that means but I dont mind. I really hope My Pappa will live Mr Diary. I wont need another best friend if he does.

Neena Elizabeth George



  1. good one there crissie….back to ur genre and presto! its a goodie one…

    hmmm…could have added a bit more substance into it….the story outline is good..but being a blog u ll always have to wind it up fast….

    Comment by just a jester — January 21, 2007 @ 11:38 | Reply

  2. Wead it, cwiski…
    goodie one… 🙂

    Comment by jest a juster — January 22, 2007 @ 01:03 | Reply

  3. hmmmm… you write stories too….

    Comment by Jeyamurugan — January 23, 2007 @ 04:05 | Reply

  4. Man…now yo do write well…i kinda liked this story (havent read the others though)…nice…

    Comment by Jeyamurugan — January 23, 2007 @ 06:44 | Reply

  5. aha ! thats a good one. 🙂 I liked those little secrets …

    Comment by freebird — January 24, 2007 @ 19:53 | Reply

  6. LOL
    > Its my first visit.. and
    I liked it a lot.
    keep posting good stuff

    Comment by jupallis — February 19, 2007 @ 13:43 | Reply

  7. The best thing I like about your writing is that it is simple,it takes me to the place as the character and I see as if everything is happening in my presence..:y

    Comment by Javed Miandad — January 23, 2011 @ 08:25 | Reply

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