Write a story titled, “The Baby Dragon.”
The Baby Dragon
Today is the day. I could tell something gigantic would happen. Mom’s acting weird, well weirder than normal. She’s kinda fluttering around, wringing her hands, and sighing a lot. That seems like something’s up, I’m sure of it.
“Mom,” I whisper yell. If she wants to tell me something, I found this was kinda like a signal and made her talk. I hate surprises, don’t you? Here she comes. She’s looking a little… I don’t know, down maybe?
“Mom, is today a special day?” I asked, hopefully.
“No sweetie, you haven’t missed someone’s birthday or anything like that. It’s just—it’s time and—well, I’m nervous. I know I have to do this, but I just don’t know if I can, at the same time. That’s what’s going on in my head. I’m trying to be smart and do the right thing, but I’m scared. There, that felt better—saying it out loud. Thanks so much, sweet pea. Now let me show you something wonderful.” Mom was walking towards me as she spoke. Why do I feel like I might not be nearly as excited as she is? I tried to drag my feet, which was proving to be useless since mom had a firm grip on my arm and was marching us right along.
I didn’t even notice that she had a small backpack in her other hand, which was now slung over her other shoulder. Oh, no, this is something that will take me away from the only place I know? I don’t like going away from the house. My trembling was quickly becoming a quaking. Soon, my attention jumped to the birds that were flying from tree branch to tree branch, singing at the top of their lungs. I turned my head to see at least three bees dancing over some flowers in the bushes next to the path we were on. For the next little while, I kept asking my mom all kinds of questions about the different insects, bugs, and flowers that were catching my eye.
With a jolt, I stopped walking when I noticed that my mom was no longer beside me. And now that I had stopped to look around, I wasn’t seeing anything familiar—at all. “Mom, where are we?” A slight tremor escaped as I looked back at her.
“This is what we will do,” my mom began in her most authoritative voice. “Your really not a baby anymore, sweet pea, and it’s time you learned.” Abruptly, she stopped pacing and turned to face me. She had a determined look on her face and her eyes were changing color. Oh, oh. There was no going back now. Whatever she had planned for me, it would happen. I knew that look. She wasn’t backing down now, so I better hope I’d like it.
“Okay, mom. Let’s do this.” I try to muster some enthusiasm. I figure it may help—I hope.
“Come over here, Simone.” She showed me the spot right next to her.
“What’s over here, Mom?” I asked, somewhat curiously, hoping it would be more like the bees and bugs and birds I had just been talking with her about. “Uh, Mom. Why am I looking waaaay down there?” I said as I gasped. I didn’t know whether to cry in fright or shout with excitement. Scary looking, but the height of the cliff was thrilling, too. Without realizing it, I found myself on the very edge, totally enraptured by the sight of the eagle I could see circling just above me. And before I could turn to my Mom and ask her a question, I felt a huge push. I was flying. As the wind rushed past my ears I faintly heard my mother shout, “You’re not a baby dragon anymore, honey. It’s time to find your wings and fly. You got this!”
HL Love @WriteLovey 
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