Chapter 11: Ava in the Spotlight
One day at school, Mrs. Godmother was teaching the kids about poetry, and had instructed them to write a poem about anything they wanted. Once they were done with them, she asked for volunteers to come up and read it out loud to the class.
Nick's poem was about the season of winter, Maria's was about being a princess, Rock's poem was about music, Rain's was about outer space, and Fred's poem was about flying things like planes and helicopters.
Winter's was about Wonderland, Luke's poem was about wolves, Fern's was about her long hair, Cameron wrote a poem about hearts, Spice wrote one about cooking, Kit's was about the dark, and Sequoia's was about colors.
Gabriel's poem was about laughing, Rose's was about flowers, William's was about books, Luna's was about the moon, Deven's poem was about ballet, Maisie's poem was about tea parties, and Ash's was about wood.
Jazz's was about general dancing, Owen did a poem about playing with friends, Coral's poem was about water, Griffin's was about rock n roll, Jacqueline's wrote a poem about beanstalks and adventures.
Jake wrote a poem about nature, and Ava's was about seeing the world when she turned small. "Wonderful poems, children." said Mrs. Godmother. Suddenly the bell rang, and the kids put their things in their backpacks, and started walking out of the classroom.
"See you all tomorrow, kids." said Mrs. Godmother. "Bye, Mrs. Godmother." said the kids. As they walked down the hallway they talked about their poems. "I hate it when Mrs. Godmother make us do that." said Ava.
"Write poems, I actually thought it was fun." said Jake. "Not writing the poems, but making us read them in front of everyone." explained Ava. "Why, you read yours pretty good." said Fern. "I get nervous reading my stuff in front of people." Ava explained.
"Well, it's over now. And it's not that big a deal." said Ash. "Yeah that's true." said Ava.
The next day in class, Rosabella came into the classroom with a special announcement. "Children, Mrs. Godmother told me about the lovely poems you wrote yesterday, and I was hoping you wouldn't mind reading them again so I can hear them." she said.
"We don't mind." said Rose. So one by one the kids read their poems to Rosabella. "They are wonderful, and that gives me good idea." she said. "What's that?" asked William. "At the end of the month we're going to have a little art festival where parents come and look at all the pictures, sculptures, and hear things they've written." Rosabella explained.
"That sounds fun." said Jazz. And all the kids agreed. "I'm glad you all think so, because I'd like you kids to read them on stage." said Rosabella. The kids chattered excitedly, except for Ava who stayed quiet.
It was settled, the kids would be reading their poems at the festival. "This is going to be awesome." said Luke at lunch. "I don't know, you think Ms. Beauty would allow me to be excused?" asked Ava.
"Don't worry, Ava, it won't be that bad." said Maisie. "Yeah, I've been on stage before and it's no biggie." said Deven. "Me too." said Jazz. "But still." said Ava.
That evening she told her mom about the art festival. "How nice, I can't wait to hear your poem." said Nina. "Well, don't hold your breath, Mom." said Ava. "What do you mean?" asked Nina.
"I'm not sure if I want to get up on stage in front of everyone." Ava explained. "Oh, sweetheart, it'll be okay. It'll be fun." said Nina. As the days went on the kids practiced reading the poems in the auditorium.
As Ava waited for her turn, she thought of being up on stage on the night of the festival, and how everyone would be looking at her. "Ava, you're next." said Mrs. Godmother. Ava walked up to the microphone, and slowly and quietly read her poem.
"Pretty good, Ava, but remember to speak up so everyone can hear you." Mrs. Godmother advised. "Yes, Mrs. Godmother." said Ava, quietly.
On the night of the festival all the kids wore their nice clothes, the boys wore ties or bow-tie, and the girls wore their nice dresses. All their parents were in the audience, waiting to hear their kids.
"Okay, children is everyone, ready?" asked Rosabella. "We're ready." said the kids. "I guess so." said Ava. Rosabella then stepped out from the curtains, and spoke into the microphone.
"Welcome parents to our little arts festival. We'll now be hearing poetry from Mrs. Godmother's 3rd grade glass." she said. The parents clapped, and Mrs. Godmother came out, and introduced Maria.
She read her poem loud and clear, and when she finished everyone clapped. Soon it was Ava's turn, she slowly walked about to the microphone. She tried to read her poem, but she stuttered and missed words.
Soon she became so uncomfortable, she just ran off the stage. "Ava." said Mrs. Godmother, then she said. "Well now, next here's Nick." As Nick walked on stage, she ran after Ava. Nina grew worried for her daughter, and went backstage herself.
Mrs. Godmother looked around, and found that Ava had shrunk and was sitting on a crate. "Ava, what happened?" she asked. "I got scared, everyone was looking at me. I'm sorry." she said. "Ava, there's nothing to apologize for you just got stage fright." said Mrs. Godmother.
Then Nina appeared, and said. "I'll take it from here, Mrs. Godmother." "Okay then, Ms. Thumbell." said Mrs. Godmother, and she went back on stage. Nina picked Ava up, and held her in her hands.
"I made a completely fool of myself out there, Mom." said Ava. "Now, sweetie, everyone gets scared, and it's really no big deal." said Nina. "Really?" asked Ava hopefully. "Really, so you want to try again?" said Nina.
Ava thought about it, and finally spoke. "I'll try." Nina set her daughter down, and she grew back to her regular size. They told Mrs. Godmother that she'd be trying again. "And now ladies and gentlemen, Ava will be trying again." said Mrs. Godmother.
The audience clapped as she went up to the microphone took a deep breath and read her poem.
"Flowers are like trees, walking the grass in like walking in a forest. Bugs are like rhinos and elephants, and simple breeze can feel like a tornado. From down below the world is a very different place, and not many people can know what it feels like. But for me, when I shrink down to the size of a thumb the world's a very giant. Everyone knows the saying, "it's a small world", but for me it can be a very big one."
Everyone applauded for her, and Ava smiled as the spotlight shined on her. Her mom couldn't have been prouder.
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