The Singing Stones

Emma was a very shy girl.

She was eight years old.

She lived in a small house near the sea.

Every day, she walked on the beach.

She liked to walk alone.

Emma loved to sing.

But she only sang when she was alone.

She was too shy to sing at school.

She was too shy to sing at home.

Her mother and father never heard her sing.

One morning, Emma walked on the beach.

The sun was bright.

The sea was blue.

She saw something shining in the sand.

It was a small stone.

The stone was very beautiful.

It was blue like the sea.

It had white lines like waves.

Emma picked up the stone.

It was warm in her hand.

Then something strange happened.

The stone made a soft sound.

It was like music.

It was like the sea singing.

Emma was surprised.

She held the stone to her ear.

The music was clearer now.

It was a beautiful song.

The song made her happy.

She wanted to sing with the stone.

Emma opened her mouth.

She sang very quietly.

Her voice mixed with the stone's music.

It sounded wonderful.

She smiled.

This was magic!

Emma put the stone in her pocket.

She ran home.

She wanted to tell someone.

But she was too shy.

She went to her room.

She took out the stone.

It sang again.

Emma sang with it.

She was not afraid in her room.

Every day, Emma went to the beach.

She looked for more singing stones.

On Tuesday, she found a green stone.

It sang like the wind in the trees.

On Wednesday, she found a red stone.

It sang like birds in the morning.

Soon, Emma had seven singing stones.

Each stone had a different color.

Each stone had a different song.

Emma kept them in a special box.

She sang with them every night.

One day at school, the teacher said, "Next week is our school concert.

Everyone must sing a song."

Emma felt scared.

She did not want to sing at school.

All the children would watch her.

All the parents would be there.

She wanted to hide.

That night, Emma held her singing stones.

They sang their beautiful songs.

Emma had an idea.

Maybe she could take one stone to school.

Maybe the stone would help her sing.

Emma chose the blue stone.

It was the first stone she found.

It was her favorite.

She put it in her school bag.

The next day, Emma practiced at school.

She stood on the stage.

She held the blue stone in her pocket.

She could feel its warmth.

She could hear its quiet song.

Emma opened her mouth.

She sang one line.

Her voice was very small.

Some children laughed.

Emma stopped.

She felt tears in her eyes.

She ran off the stage.

At home, Emma cried.

Her mother came to her room.

"What's wrong, Emma?" her mother asked.

Emma showed her mother the singing stones.

She told her everything.

Her mother listened.

She smiled.

"These are beautiful stones," her mother said.

"But Emma, the magic is not in the stones.

The magic is in you.

You have a beautiful voice.

The stones just help you remember that."

Emma thought about her mother's words.

She held the blue stone.

It sang its gentle song.

Emma understood.

The stone was her friend.

It helped her feel brave.

The day of the concert came.

Emma wore her best dress.

She put all seven stones in her pockets.

She could feel them all around her.

Emma's turn came.

She walked onto the stage.

She saw all the people.

She felt scared.

But then she felt the stones in her pockets.

They were warm.

She could hear their quiet songs.

Emma looked at her parents.

They smiled at her.

She looked at her teacher.

The teacher nodded.

Emma took a deep breath.

She began to sing.

Her voice was small at first.

Then it grew stronger.

She sang about the sea.

She sang about the stones.

She sang about finding courage.

Everyone listened.

No one laughed.

Emma's voice filled the room.

It was clear and beautiful.

When she finished, everyone clapped.

Some people had tears in their eyes.

Emma smiled.

She touched the stones in her pockets.

"Thank you," she whispered to them.

After the concert, many people talked to Emma.

They said she had a wonderful voice.

They asked her to sing again.

Emma was still shy.

But she was not afraid anymore.

Emma's best friend, Lucy, asked, "How did you become so brave?"

Emma thought for a moment.

She took out the blue stone.

"This stone helped me," she said.

"But my mother was right.

The real magic was inside me all along."

Lucy held the stone.

"I don't hear anything," she said.

Emma smiled.

"That's because you don't need it.

You're already brave.

Everyone has their own magic inside."

From that day, Emma sang more often.

She sang at home.

She sang at school.

She still loved her singing stones.

She kept them in her special box.

But she knew the truth.

The stones had helped her find her voice.

But the voice was always hers.

Sometimes Emma went back to the beach.

She looked for more special stones.

But now she collected them because they were beautiful.

She didn't need them to sing anymore.

One day, Emma saw a small boy on the beach.

He was crying.

Emma asked, "What's wrong?"

"I'm scared to go to school tomorrow," the boy said.

"I have to read in front of the class.

I can't do it."

Emma smiled.

She reached into her pocket.

She gave the boy the green stone.

"This is a magic stone," she said.

"It will help you be brave.

But remember, the real magic is inside you."

The boy held the stone.

His eyes grew wide.

"Really?" he asked.

"Really," Emma said.

"Just believe in yourself."

The boy smiled.

He ran home with the stone.

Emma watched him go.

She felt happy.

She had learned something important.

Sometimes we all need a little help to find our courage.

Sometimes we need a friend, or a stone, or a song.

Emma walked home along the beach.

The sun was setting.

The sea was singing its evening song.

And Emma sang with it.

Her voice was strong and clear.

She was not the shy girl anymore.

She was Emma, the girl who could sing.

And in her pocket, six stones sang quietly with her, reminding her of the day she found her voice and learned that the greatest magic of all was believing in herself.