The Butterfly Princess
By Cara Boynton

Chapter One
Mandy woke up with the sun shinning into her eyes and the birds chirping just outside her window. She had to think about what day it was. Did she have to get up and get ready for school? She rubbed her eyes, stretched and looked at her clock. It was only 6:30 A.M.

"No school on Saturday," she muttered to herself, as she pulled the covers up over her head.

She loved her room; her mom had just repainted everything. The walls were a warm shade of rose, and the trim was creamy white. She also had built in bookshelves on the walls that were full of books. Most of them were stories about princesses and fairies and magic. Her bed was big and Mandy had to jump to get into it. The comforter had big flowers on it that matched her room.
Her bed was beside a big window that overlooked a flower garden she had helped her mommy plant last spring.

Mandy was ten years old. Her real name was Amanda, but she liked Mandy best.
Mandy was an only child, her parents had always told her that she was their miracle child. She really didn't know what that meant, but it was fine with Mandy.

They lived in a three bedroom two story white rock house that sat on top of a hill that was covered with wild flowers; at the bottom of the hill was a spring fed creek full of icy cold water. Mandy was not allowed to go across the creek. Her dad always told her to stay on this side, and as long as she could see their house, she was safe.
Mandy always wondered what was on the other side of the creek.

Tap, Tap, Tap.' Mandy heard on her door.
"Mandy, breakfast is ready," her mom said.
"Okay, Mommy, I'm starving!"
"You're always starving, you're a bottomless pit!"
Mandy opened her eyes and looked at her clock. It was nearly 8:00 A.M. She could smell the pancakes and eggs her mommy was cooking.
She climbed out of bed and looked into the mirror; her long blonde hair was a tangled mess.
"Well good morning sleepy head," her dad said.
"Morning, Daddy," Mandy said as she yawned.
"How did my little freckled faced princess sleep last night?" asked her dad.
"Good," answered Mandy.
Mandy sat down at the big oak table and watched as her dad buttered his pancakes. He was already dressed for work.
"Daddy, I thought doctors didn't work on the weekend." Mandy said with a pouty look

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