What Is My Secret?
“Tell me your secret! Tell me your secret! I know you have one! Every one does!” My girlfriend says.
“Uhh I don’t have one?” I say as I have nothing to call a secret.
“Of course you do. Every one has one.” She says eagerly.
I need time, I say in my mind. Quickly I think of a plan. “Are you willing to work for it?” I ask
“Yes! Wait no!” She says.
“Too late Amanda Rose. Now if you want my secret you have to go to your moms house and bring out a pen and paper and give it to me. In order for me to know your not faking it you will FaceTime the whole way there.” I explain
“Fine, it better be a good secret then.” She says
“Oh it’s a good secret alright. Chop chop better get movin” I replied.
She quickly leaves the house and FaceTimes me.
I muted my self and wondered what to tell her when she’s back. I sat there wondering and wondering until I got an idea. I whistled at my secret and at waited. When she comes back she’ll be shocked.