**The Sara Series is a book written by an 11 year old girl name Madison. She has loved reading since the age of 4 when she taught herself to read and has been writing her own stories since she learned how to write. This is the first of her books, which she has been working on for almost a year and a half. She hopes to have this professionally edited and published one day, but to start we’ve decided to share it with all of you. Madison would love to hear what you think, the good and the bad (constructive criticism please). Please leave comments below if you desire. Below is her first chapter of her first book in The Sara Series titled, The Circus. ***
Splash! Splash! Splash! It was a dim and chilly evening during the last few days of September. It had just rained and Sara, a young girl who lives on Wolf Circle in Grand Forks, North Dakota, had gone outside to jump in the wet and muddy puddles.
Sara is a 7-year-old girl. She has brown hair and blue eyes. She is curious, kind and energetic… and she loves bears. Sara loves almost everything, but bears are her favorite. Tonight she has a lot of energy, like usual.
“Sara! Sara!” Mrs. Conwell – also called “Sara’s Mom” – called from the front porch.
“Yes, Mom”, Sara called back.
“It is time for bed”, Mrs. Conwell called.
Sara walked up to the front porch where her mom stood, “Please can I have a few more minutes to play?” Sara clasped her hands together.
“Okay, five more minutes to play,” Mrs. Conwell said putting her hands on her hips. “But, remember, tomorrow is your birthday.”
“Yes, Mom,” Sara nodded.
Mrs. Conwell opened the door to front porch and then went inside to write some more posts on her blog. She had been writing on her blog for five years now and Sara was quite fond of some of her mother’s posts.
Sara jumped in the muddy and messy puddles as many times as she could before her time ran out. While she was playing, she heard someone whistling. “Who could that be?” Sara thought. She wondered who could be outside at this time of day, so she went up the street to find out.
She saw a man in a black top hat and tuxedo. He was carrying some colorful rolled up posters and a bucket of nails and a hammer.
Sara asked the man, “What are you doing?”
He pointed his finger at Sara and said, “The real question is, ‘what are you doing outside?’”
Sara quickly – because she wanted the man to answer her question – answered, “My mom gave me five more minutes to play and jump in the puddles. While I was playing, I heard whistling, so I went up the street to find out where it was coming from. When I saw you, I wondered what you could be doing outside tonight. I decided to come up the street to find out what you were doing.” Sara finished, almost out of breath. When Sara had a question she never feared to ask and she also never forgot about it.
Then the man said with a kind smile on his face, “Before I answer that question of yours, let’s introduce ourselves to each other. My name is Mr. Boxfir, what’s yours?”
“My name is Sara, Sara Conwell, but you can call me Sara.” Sara said, quoting what what she had heard other’s use before. “Now to my question,” Sara continued, “what are you doing out here?”
Mr. Boxfir answered happily, “I’m putting up posters for the new circus coming to town, and…”
“A circus! I love the circus, there’s clowns and elephants and there’s big tall giraffes.” Sara raised her hand in the air as high as she could reach, “There’s even my favorite animals in the world, bears. They’re so big and soft, oh I love bears!” Sara hugged herself. Mr. Boxfir looked down at Sara. He frowned and crossed his arms. Sara looked up at him. She then realized that she had interrupted Mr. Boxfir. “Oops, I’m sorry for interrupting,” Sara dropped her head, but her eyes stayed on Mr. Boxfir.
“I forgive you,” Mr. Boxfir said kindly.
“Thank you,” Sara raised her head and quickly became happy again.
“As I was saying,” Mr. Boxfir began, “the circus starts tomorrow.”
Sara’s eyes widened as she said with a giant grin, “Really? Tomorrow is my birthday!”
“Oh, wow!” Mr. Boxfir said happily.
“Yeah!” Sara said excitedly.
“How old will you be turning?” Mr. Boxfir asked.
“I’m going to be eight.” Sara proudly showed the number eight with her fingers.
“2ndgrader now, huh?” Mr. Boxfir said.
“Yeah, I’m super-duper excited,” Sara said.
Their conversation continued. The more they talked, the more Sara liked Mr. Boxfir.
Then Sara asked, “Do you want to be friends?”
End of Chapter 1 – The Sara Series – The Circus
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