Her Secret by Felix

Tears poured out of her, all she wanted to do was to tell her secret. She wore a blank purple dress and long ginger hair with a tall pointy hat that reminded me of a Dunce Cap. In her right hand she held a puppet of herself... She tried every which way to tell her secret, but it’s hard when you can’t use your mouth. She tried to write her secret, but she could not write. The only writing she knew was her own little language that no-one understood. She tried to use a puppet, but everyone booed. Her big brother tried to comfort her while her younger brother gave a present of hope, but her mum stared through narrowed eyes. Candles marched through to give her warmth and her farther with a bag over his face played the trumpet hoping she would continue.