One day I was running through the woods. It felt great, like my lungs were going to burst. I kept going, never wanting to stop. Suddenly, I saw something in the flowers move. It looked like a fairy girl, and she was waving her arms in the air. I stopped to see what I was looking at. I was sure it must be the medicine I was taking that was making me see things. But, there she was, a tiny girl with long hair and big eyes and wings. I asked her what she wanted. She said, “To be happy.” I said, “That’s up to you.” Then, I kept running.
By Sariah, 4th grade
Filed under: writers in the schools Tagged: creative writing, fairy, happiness, story, wits, youth
