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Chapter 1: My Name is Molly Maggie McGuire

April 2, 2017 by Margie Clayman 2 Comments

Hello. I am Molly, and this is my story that you are reading. I am a super hero, and my super power is that I can fix anything. I am five years old. My favorite movie is Elizabeth, which is about Queen Elizabeth the First, not the one who is queen now. Adults ask me a lot of times what my favorite movie is and I always say the same thing, but a lot of times they laugh after I say it. I don’t really know why. I like the movie Elizabeth because she proves to everybody that she can do things they don’t think she can do, and I like that. I am doing that too. Like a lot of times I’ll hear adults talking about a problem and I will ask if I can help, and they will say no, or they’ll laugh again. But I know I can do it, and sometimes when grown-ups aren’t looking I’ll go in and fix things. Then they get all surprised and wonder how it happened. Sometimes I don’t say it was me.

Also I like Queen Elizabeth because I like history a lot. When I grow up I want to be an archaeologist. They fix things in a way, after digging things up. They put things back together and that helps explain how people used to live. I don’t want to be the kind of archaeologist that digs up dinosaur bones. That’s cool, but I like learning about people and how they lived.

I’m writing things down now because the other day I noticed something weird, and it made me realize that maybe even when I’m all grown up people won’t believe I have my super power. I was walking in line down the hall to an assembly. We had to learn about fire drills and what to do if your house catches on fire. I already knew what I would do but sometimes I have to make myself stay quiet so the other kids don’t roll their eyes at me. Anyway, we were walking down the hall past all of the big windows that look over the playground, and I noticed that our line dipped down where I was walking. Everyone seemed like their heads were all pretty much in the same place, but I was lower down. I didn’t know that my head was so much further down than everybody else’s, and I feel kind of weird now. So I decided to start writing things down so that people wouldn’t have to believe me just based on what I was saying right then. I can give them this book and they’ll be like, “Wow. You’ve done a lot. This must be true, too.”

What else should I tell you about me? My dad makes the best spaghetti, and my mom makes me poached eggsontoast when I feel sick. I have a little brother and he likes to roll around and make fighting noises a lot. Um, I like jewelry and sometimes I try to make things with beads, but my mom gets mad at me because I always drop beads and I don’t get to pick them all up all the time and she steps on them and that hurts her foot. Fixing that would be easy if I could always see where the beads go, but sometimes they roll away into places I don’t think they would go to.

I guess you’ll let me know if there is anything else I should tell you. Probably other things will come up when stuff happens that I tell you about.

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  1. Katrina says

    April 3, 2017 at 1:50 am

    great introductory chapter!
    I wish I had the discipline takes to do this. Cant wait read more

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    • Margie Clayman says

      April 3, 2017 at 12:02 pm

      Thank you 🙂

      Reply

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