Die son sak stadig oor die ou koshuis in die hart van Suid-Afrika, waar Annelie en haar vriende, Pieter en Johan, as leerlinge woon.

The sun slowly sets over the old boarding school in the heart of Suid-Afrika, where Annelie and her friends, Pieter and Johan, live as students.

In die glinsterende skaduwees van die somer, lyk die skool se biblioteek soos 'n verlore skatkamer vol geheime.

In the shimmering shadows of summer, the school library looks like a lost treasure chamber full of secrets.

Die groot, antieke vertrek is stil behalwe vir die sagte geraas van stofdeeltjies wat in die sonlig dans.

The large, ancient room is silent except for the soft noise of dust particles dancing in the sunlight.

Hoog bo in die vertrek lyk die gekleurde glasvensters soos skilderye wat stories vertel van die verlede.

High up in the room, the stained glass windows appear like paintings telling stories of the past.

Annelie stap deur die rye boeke met 'n doelgerigte blik.

Annelie walks through the rows of books with a determined look.

Sy het gehoor van die ou verhaal oor die geheime kamer wat 'n dagboek bevat van die stigter van die koshuis.

She has heard the old tale about the secret room that contains a diary from the founder of the boarding school.

Niemand het ooit die kamer gevind nie, en 'n deel van haar kon amper nie glo dat dit bestaan nie.

No one has ever found the room, and part of her almost couldn't believe it existed.

Tog wou sy die waarheid weet.

Yet she wanted to know the truth.

Sy was nuuskierig, maar vol twyfel.

She was curious but full of doubt.

Vertrou sy haar vriende genoeg om hulle te vertel van haar planne?

Does she trust her friends enough to tell them about her plans?

"Pieter," fluister sy een oggend buite die klaskamers, "ek het jou hulp nodig.

"Pieter," she whispers one morning outside the classrooms, "I need your help.

Gaan jy my help of nie?

Are you going to help me or not?"

"Pieter glimlag, bewus van die avontuur wat wag.

Pieter smiles, aware of the adventure that awaits.

"Laat tell my asseblief wat ek moet doen.

"Please tell me what I need to do."

"Daardie aand, terwyl die volmaan silwer lig oor die skoolmure gooi, sluip Annelie na die biblioteek.

That evening, as the full moon casts silver light over the school walls, Annelie sneaks to the library.

Pieter bly agter om die hoofvrou af te lei.

Pieter stays behind to distract the principal.

Binnekort glip sy deur die swaar houtdeur en gesels saggies met haar voetspore oor die blink vloere.

Soon she slips through the heavy wooden door and quietly converses with her footsteps over the shiny floors.

Sy het 'n flou liggie, net helder genoeg om skimme van die onbekende uit te lig.

She has a dim light, just bright enough to highlight shadows of the unknown.

Skielik kry sy dit - 'n vaag snit in die muur, versigtig met 'n boekkas versteek.

Suddenly she finds it—a faint cut in the wall, carefully hidden by a bookcase.

Haar hande bewe van opwinding en vrees.

Her hands tremble with excitement and fear.

Sy duw die rak 'n kant toe en 'n geheime deur word sigbaar.

She pushes the shelf aside, and a secret door becomes visible.

Net voor sy die deur oopstoot, hoor sy voetstappe.

Just before she pushes open the door, she hears footsteps.

Haar hart slaan vinniger.

Her heart beats faster.

"Annelie!

"Annelie!"

" fluister Pieter van die gang.

whispers Pieter from the hallway.

Hy het net betyds gekom.

He arrived just in time.

Die voetstappe gaan verby, en sy weet dat hy haar tyd gegee het.

The footsteps pass by, and she knows he has bought her time.

Sy glip in die geheime vertrek en ontdek die dagboek, net soos die stories belowe het.

She slips into the secret room and discovers the diary, just as the stories promised.

Met haar hart wat nog bonsend in haar bors klop, skiet Annelie terug na veiligheid.

With her heart still pounding in her chest, Annelie quickly returns to safety.

Later, terug in haar kamer, kyk sy na die leerlinge wat om haar sit en hulself verloor in haar ontdekking.

Later, back in her room, she looks at the students sitting around her, engrossed in her discovery.

Haar vermoedens was waar.

Her suspicions were true.

Die dagboek was vol geheime aantekeninge oor die skool se vroeë dae.

The diary was full of secret notes about the school's early days.

In daardie oomblik besef Annelie iets belangriks: sy kan op haar bekwaamheid en haar vriende vertrou.

In that moment, Annelie realizes something important: she can rely on her skills and her friends.

Sy weet nou die waarde van om op mense te vertrou wat sy liefhet.

She now knows the value of trusting the people she loves.

Die volgende dag, toe Pieter en Johan die dagboek lees, glimlag Annelie tevrede.

The next day, when Pieter and Johan read the diary, Annelie smiles contentedly.

Die vriendskap tussen hulle is sterker en die geheim van die verlede het sy plek gevind in die hande van diegene wat dit regtig waardeer.

The friendship among them is stronger, and the secret of the past has found its place in the hands of those who truly appreciate it.