once upon a time,
(which is all times and no times)
there was a girl who held many ancient secrets.
secrets of her past, her present, and possibly her future.
she had vowed to take them to her grave,
until a messy haired young boy gave her an idea.
instead of locking up each secret and swallowing the key (that's alot of keys!)
she decided she would post the secrets in a clandestine place,
far away from such nonsense as distractions and judgement.
she was the clever type, although it tended to get her in trouble.
fellow villagers would talk to her, laugh at her jokes,
but they could never see eye to eye (through the keyhole) with her.
and i was chosen as the lucky person to type up this little story,
as she trusts very few but she still trusts.
and this is where i leave you,
as she insists she should dictate the rest of the story.
"buckle up and brace for impact," she warns.
oh yes, one last thing-
the girl goes by the alias wendy darling.
so long friend,
and may all your endings be happy ones indeed.
