Creative Writing: Stricker's Grove

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 I said “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’ daredevil, sweetie pie,girly,silly,Arwen,Nace,princess,and he still to this day calls me those names when I go to his house,I don’t mind him calling me those names,because it tells me he loves,and I’m special to him because he doesn’t call anyone else even 1 of those names not even his other kids). “Can we leave

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