A Story About A Hero

A story about a hero is a 3rd person narrative story.  The original assignment for this was to write a story about a 1st grader and make them a hero.  This was one of my favorite stories to write.

A Story About A Hero

This is a story about a hero named Faris.

Faris was always known as a special little boy, but there came a day when he became a hero.  Faris never talked back or fought with his mom or dad.  He played nicely with his brother, and shared his toys with his friends Aleesha and Sophie.  But there was one day that changed everything. After this day, the world knew Faris by name and could point him out even with a disguise on!

It was a cold afternoon, with a light touch of rain, and Faris was sitting on the side of the pool.  He was wondering whether or not he should jump in, when something caught his eye.  It was a little white tail, swaying back and forth off of a tree branch.  Faris watched as a kitty leapt from branch to branch, getting higher and higher in the tree.

“Don’t get too high,” Faris thought to himself.  But just as Faris thought it, the cat got so high in the tree that it was scared and didn’t know how to get down.  The kitty sat on the highest branch in the tree and looked down, scared to death. 

Faris stood up and looked up at the tree wondering if he should get somebody to help. 

“No,” he thought, “I can do this all by myself.”  Faris walked closer to the tree but hesitated and thought, “But I don’t want to get hurt!”  He had just gotten his cast off of his right wrist a couple of weeks earlier and didn’t want another one, even though he knew getting the kitty was the right thing to do.

The kitty meowed from high above Faris, making Faris feel bad that he wasn’t up there helping it.  Faris took a deep breath and knew the right thing to do.  He grabbed the lowest tree branch and started to climb.

Halfway up the tree Faris looked down and started to shake.  But he knew that there was no going back now.  He needed to save the kitty and get it back to its owners. 

The little white puffball of a cat sat on a branch and watched as Faris made his slow journey up through the tree.

The higher up that Faris got, the more the tree started to shake and the branches started to wobble.  But Faris knew that he could do it because he was a strong and brave boy.  He could handle anything.  He was only four branches away from the kitty, so close! 

He pulled himself up onto the next branch and heard it crack. “Oh no!” he thought to himself. “I need to hurry and help the kitty so both of us can be safe.” Holding on tightly to the branch, Faris reached with his left hand up to the kitty and grabbed a hold of it. 

“Yes!” he yelled out loud.  “I did it!”  Faris held the kitty close to him as he made his way down the tree.  The little white ball of fur cuddled against his chest, purring loudly for Faris to hear.  Finally, Faris reached the bottom of the tree where he hopped down to the ground.  He looked around but saw no one.  “Where could the kitty’s parents be?” Faris thought to himself. 

All of a sudden, Faris saw a piece of paper taped to a pole.  Faris walked over to it and saw a picture, of the kitty he was holding on the poster.  “LOST,” it said in big letters on the front.  “If found please bring to this address!”  Faris wrote down the address and asked a nice old man where it was.

“Well, right around the corner young man, first house on your left,” the old man answered.

Faris yelled a “thanks” as he took off down the street.  He found the house easily and walked up to the front door, and knocked.  A nice woman answered the door and looked down at Faris.

“Well, hello there,” she said. “What can I do for you today?”

“Ma’am, I think I found your lost kitty,” Faris said quietly.  He opened up his jacket and showed her the kitty he was holding.

“Oh my goodness! You found Clammy!” 

Faris nodded and said, “The kitty was stuck in a tree, so I went up and got her.”

The woman leaned down and wrapped Faris in a huge hug and said, “You are my hero young man. May I ask what my hero’s name is?”

“Faris.”

“Well Faris, you are an amazing boy.  Thank you so much for saving my kitty. Clammy is so special to me and my family.  You made my day.”

Faris nodded his head to say “you’re welcome” and turned around and walked away.  He knew that he did the right thing by climbing up the tree and getting the tiny kitty.  Now he was a hero for it. 

Faris knew that from here on out, even if he was scared he would be able to do anything.  As long as he had faith in himself and in his abilities, he could do everything he wanted to. He was not only a special boy now, he was a hero too.

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