Mae’s First Day of School | A story about overcoming fear

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Hi everyone! Welcome back to the Storytime Family. How are you today? I hope you’ve been keeping well and that the weather is nice and sunny. Today, we have a book called “May’s First Day of School” by Kate Buuy. Let’s get started, shall we?

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Today is May’s first day of school. When her mother said it was time to get dressed, May replied, “I’m not going.” When her father said to eat her breakfast, May said, “I’m not going.” And when her mother said to put on her coat, May said, “I’m not going.”

“Now, May, that’s enough,” said her mother. On the walk to school, her mother told her about all the fun things she would find there, like class pets, great big libraries, and long wild recesses. But on the way, May thought about all the things that could go wrong, like what if the other kids didn’t like her, or what if she was the only one who didn’t know how to write, or what if she missed her mother.

When they got to school, there were lots of other parents and kids outside. May’s mother said, “Hello! How are you today? This is May’s very first day of school, and what a beautiful day it is!”

“Well, isn’t that wonderful?” said a man.

“Where’s May?” called the mother.

“Where are you?”

And May answered, “I’m not going.” May wondered if she could live in a tree. She thought maybe she could find a mossy spot to sleep on and had a whole lunch box full of food to eat.

Then May heard some rustling. “Hello!” said a small girl.

“Hello,” said May.

“Come down from the tree right now! School’s starting soon,” called the man from down below.

“I’m not going to school,” said Rosie.

“Me neither,” said May.

“Would you like a cookie?”

Today is May and Rosie’s first day of school, but they’re not going.

“Why aren’t you going to school?” asked May.

“Well,” said Rosie, “I’m not going because what if no one will play with me, or what if I have to read and I don’t know how, or what if I miss my dad?”

Just then, they heard the rustling sound of someone else coming up.

“Hello!” said a tall lady.

“Hello,” said May quietly.

“We’re not going to school.”

“That’s good,” said the tall lady. “I’m not going to school either.” She settled comfortably into a spot on the bottom branch and gazed out through the leaves.

“Who are you?” asked Rosie.

“I’m Miss Pearl,” said the tall lady. “Would you like a cookie?”

“Yes, please,” said Miss Pearl.

Today is May, Rosie, and Miss Pearl’s first day of school, but they’re not going.

“Miss Pearl, why aren’t you going to school?” asked May.

“Well,” she answered, “I’m not going because what if the kids don’t like me, or what if I forget how to spell Tuesday, or what if I miss my cat?”

May smiled at Miss Pearl and Rosie. “You know what? We’re all afraid of the same things. I’m glad I’m not the only one.”

“Me too,” said Rosie.

“And you know what else? You don’t have to worry about nobody liking you because I like you both.”

“Me too,” said Miss Pearl.

“And you don’t have to worry about making mistakes when you’re reading and writing. School is for learning new things. And if we lived in this tree, we’ll miss our families anyway,” said May.

“Plus, we’re out of cookies,” said Rosie.

A few minutes later, May’s mother called up, “School is about to start!”

And May said, “Okay, here we come!”

Today is May, Rosie, and Miss Pearl’s first day of school, and there they go!

Hey, who knew school could actually be pretty fun?

You know, that was May’s first day of school. Do you remember your first day of school? Didn’t it turn out so much better than you expected?

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How’s everyone doing today? How’s the weather looking over there? I hope it’s nice and sunny for you, and I hope you got to play outside and had a good day at school.

Thank you for taking time out to read with us today. We have a book called “To Love a Wishing Star” by Laura Sully. Shall we get started?

Maisy was a strong-willed girl. Her friend had just moved from across the world.

“I’m from New Zealand,” Milo would say. “It’s really very far away, over the ocean and across the sea.”

Those big, huge places! Milo took three. Maisie has only ever lived in Wales, so she loved to hear her new friend’s tales.

In school, Mr. Sandart taught their class, and half the day had passed when out on the climbing frame where they all played, Maisie heard her new friend say, “Wales has lots of buildings and loads of cars, but there aren’t very many stars. Back home, I looked up every night, and they twinkled and blinked and winked so bright.”

Milo held her toy koala, and they danced and spun. “There’s millions and billions and trillions of them!”

Back in the classroom, Milo sat to listen while Maisie thought of all the stars that were missing. When suddenly, she noticed some stars on the wall. She had never noticed those stars there before.

“Have they been stuck there this whole time? I suppose they don’t exactly glisten or shine.”

Soon the bell rang for the end of the day. Mr. Sandart came over to Maisie to say, “I noticed you admiring those stars on the wall.” He reached for a star because he was tall. “This one’s for you,” and he handed her a star.

“It will glisten and glow only when it gets dark.”

Back home that evening, Maisie asked her mom if anyone had answers. “Where do all the stars grow from in the night sky?”

Mom said, “Once there were lots of stars way up high. You see, nobody wishes on the stars anymore. I guess there isn’t anything for people to wish for.”

Maisie thought about what Mom had said. She pondered and wondered that night in bed, “I wish for things to wish for.”

Maisie realized the wish her own wish had brought. She ran to her pocket and pulled out the star. Mr. Sandart was right; it does glow in the dark.

“I wish for things to wish for,” Maisie said, staring up at the sky before getting back into bed.

No more stars appeared in the dark of the sky. Maybe this wish thing was all just a lie. Maisie forgot all about her wish in school the next day, playing games on the yard where all the kids played.

Suddenly, crash, bang, clap! Maisie tripped on the ground.

“Milo said quit fooling around!”

“Ouch! I’ve hurt my arm!” she yelled in the air, then went straight to the nurse to get the right care. But it was only a sprain, but it could have been worse.

Mom was now there, and so was the nurse. “This arm needs a cast,” the kind nurse said. So Maisie pulled out her star and quickly wished for red.

“I hope she likes red,” the nurse winked at Mom, and her whole arm was red except for her thumb.

Next, they had swimming, and Milo was having fun while Maisie sat with her cast, feeling rather glum. So she pulled out the star from inside her bag.

“I want to have fun and not feel so sad.”

So she waited and waited and waited some more, and suddenly she noticed a pen on the floor.

Milo came to join her at the end of the class. “Wow!” she yelled when she saw Maisie’s cast. There were swirly, whirly patterns and stars that she drew.

Maisie realized at that moment her wish had come true.

The next day, they went to the beach that was nearby their school, searching for creatures in all the rock pools. Milo suddenly lifted out a beautiful shell, so Maisie got out her star and cast a quick spell.

“I want one of those,” she asked to a star. Then she searched and searched but didn’t get far.

“Would you like to hold a kite?” Mrs. Sandart came to ask.

Maisie felt a little bit nervous with her arm in a cast. She looked up to see, but the sun was so bright. Holding on to the rope with all her might, she stumbled on something in the soft sand.

She fell, landing on a rather peculiar shell. “What’s this?” she said as she lifted it high.

“By Jo, that’s a starfish!” said the passerby.

“Wow!” Maisie said. “I can’t believe my ears, but it belongs to the beach, so I better leave it here.”

After the beach, they went to the farm. Maisie felt thankful she had at least one good arm.

“Let’s go see the birds!” Milo quickly yelled.

They came across a parrot refusing to be held. The parrot flapped her wings, feathers flew through the sky. The children all soon gathered to find out why.

Maisie reached for her star as the parrot gave a squawk. “I wish with this parrot I knew how to talk.”

With that one single wish, she knew what to do: step away from the parrot and give him some room.

Maisie held out her cast, and the parrot jumped on while she began to sing him a very special song. Soon the parrot calmed down, and the crowds began to leave.

“Good job! You’ve got that cast; he wouldn’t have jumped on a sleeve.”

The birdkeeper thanked Maisie and told her that she would go far, presenting her with a sticky golden star.

Maisie held out her star. The next wish she knew: “I wish I was this wonderful and magical as you.”

At the end of the year, the school play would come. When they got back to school, they were told who they would become. One by one, Mr. Sandart told them their part.

“Of course,” he said, “Maisie, you’ll be playing the star.”

She almost couldn’t believe another wish had come true. “Does this mean I really am as magical as you?”

Maisie thought about all the stars she had found: some on the wall, some on the ground, one even given to her as a prize, one was a costume, it’s her in disguise.

But Maisie felt gloomy that evening as she looked to the sky. The stars were still missing, so she asked her dad, “Why? I’ve been wishing and wishing and wishing all day.”

“But have you wished for the stars?” her dad came to say.

“Come with me,” Dad said, and they got in the car. They drove to the countryside, which wasn’t that far.

The darker the road got, the brighter the sky. Till there were billions and squillions of stars way up high. Some glistened, some shone, some shot through the air. She couldn’t even count all the stars that were there.

Milo wasn’t right; Wales does have lots of stars—way more than all the buildings and cars. And one by one, all her wishes came true.

Maisie held out the star. “This is all thanks to you.”

Maisie thought about Milo and what she had done. Without wishing for the stars, she may still have none. Her love for the stars was passed on to me.

With that one single wish, more wishes were set free, and that was to love a wishing star.

If you’d like to own a copy of this book, the links to purchase it are in the description below. Do give us a like if you enjoyed this story, and subscribe if you haven’t. Click on the bell for more stories like this.

Thank you so much for reading with us! We’ll see you back here soon. Take care!

Bye-bye!

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