Stricker's Grove Creative Writing

Stricker’s Grove FlashBack

“GET READY OR WE’RE GOING TO BE LATE!!!!”. my dad announced throughout the house ,we started to get ready...well dad and Rebecca did I was dressed I ate and was ready to leave,but sadly I had to wait for them,I had gotten ready 2 hours before dad told us.In my spare time I played,sang,and added more brusies to my body(like always,dad called me his ‘lil’ dare devil’),after they were done “Daddy?”,I asked, “Will I be able to ride any roller coasters??,because I think I’m too short,am I ???”,I questioned him as I looked at the tall bearded man I called my father.Unexpectedly he replied, “I don’t know pumpkin,we’ll have to wait till’ we get there.”(Dad used to call me…....string bean,pumpkin / punkin,my lil’

I want to run to the car!!,I’m so scared right now!!!!what’s happening,??because I really don’t want to look!!!’I did this because across from my father and I there was a clown,I was terrified of clowns,(I still am a little bit today)I went from smiling and singing to whimpering and moaning,to make things worse we had to meet him and tell him about us and shake his hand (In my case it ran through my mind like I was about to bungee jump off of a bridge in the middle of the night when it’s pitch dark),and of course I was the first one I whispered in a very faint voice “I’m Sara I like to play and sing,I’m 5 years old and I’m very scared of clowns”but I got louder and louder when I said that I was scared of clowns so maybe he would leave me alone then dad and Becca,then the clown replied, “Nice to meet you Robbert,Rebecca,and Sara is

now it was easier for her now my mom and dad were divorced a week or two earlier.Then thinking that it couldn’t get any worse DAD WANTED ME TO GET A PICTURE WITH THE CLOWN!!!!!!!Trying not to cry or scream I stood by the clown’s side as my dad snapped a picture. So I begged and pleaded for my dad to pay But as i walked away, the clown grabbed my hand , I shrieked but the i felt something square and hard hit my hand, I slowly turned around as if i was about to see a monster or ghost.Instead when I looked back there was a plastic frame and inside was a stamp, “Phew,”I sighed with relief as I murmured “Ok,I’m still alive.”I looked at the clown again and saw the clown look back at me with an evil,devilish look on his face,as he grabbed dad’s hand and stamped it then grabbed Becca’s hand and stamped her hand