The Secret Person

There is a little girl named Sarah. She is 11 years old. She also has no brother or sister. She lived with her mom and dad. She moved into her vast house about 1 year ago and she still never saw half of it. It was that big. It was a Saturday afternoon and she heard a voice going from the part of house she never saw. Her dad was a work and her mom was next door babysitting a baby named Joey. So it couldn’t be either of them.
“Where could it be?”Sarah heard. The voice sounded like someone she knew's voice. She thought and thought about who it could be, but no one was in mind. She wanted to see who it was but she didn’t know what could be on that side of her house. “Nothing weird,” she said to herself. So she went over to the closest hallway. And she heard the voice down that hallway! She looked in each room and saw no one in the rooms. When she got to the last door on the hallway she saw someone look thought the stuff in that room.
“Who are you?”Sarah asked. “It is just me Sarah.” the voice answered. Now, the voice sounded more like her moms. But it had a little higher pitch. “Mom is that you?” “Yes.” The voice answered. Sarah was so happy that it she wasn't a stranger. “Why aren’t you with Joey?” Sarah said. “Joey’s mom came home early because her boss thought she was working to hard. I am her because I am looking for my yoga mat.” she answered. ”It is right over there.” Sarah told her mom.
The End

The Secret Key

Once there was a little girl named Liz. She was as small as an ironing board. So one day she was just walking down the sidewalk like a nice little girl and she found a key on the ground. So when she was about to pick it up to show her parents it was gone! It was gone in a flash. She ran home to get her parents. “One second a key was on the ground and the next it was gone!” she said in her small voice. Her parents asked her if anyone was nearby when it happened. The answer was yes. But when she was back outside no one was in sight. Then she thought she had no chance but to run around looking for that person.

“I remember what he looked like,” she told her parents. “Did you ever think that it was his key?” her mom asked. “No because I saw his keys in his pocket.” Liz answered. No one talked for two to five minutes. Liz told her mom that she was going to look for the man.

After she walked two block she saw the man! She ran the man and told him, “ Does that key belong to you? Because I see your keys in your pocket.” “No they don’t belong to me but they do belong to my wife,” he answered. “Sorry for all of the trouble I caused you,” she said. Then she walked away. “At least I solved that problem,” she said as she walked away.

The End