Secrets

Rain was thundering down on our old tin roof. I couldn't sleep. It wasn't because the rain was loud, or because the wind was howling against my window. Even the thunder wasn't enough to keep me awake. It wasn't because I thought our old shed house was going to cave in at any moment. 

I couldn't sleep because tomorrow was the most important day of my life, and I hadn't told anyone about it. My dad had asked, only just tonight at dinner, if I'd had anything big planned the next day. 

I wanted it to be my little secret.