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The Little Girl Match Seller

Once, Lived a little girl who sells matches. Everyday Her step-father would order her to sell matches in the cold streets. If she doesn't bring home any money her father would beat her up. It was a day before christmas the little girl asked ''Would you like to buy some matches? They can keep you warm!'' But they would ignore her. She sat on the cold streets barefooted crying inside.

She peeped into a house of a rich merchant. She saw many things that were ready for christmas. She saw a big fireplace with a socking hanging ontop of it,

there she saw a long table with delicious food and a big turkey ready for christmas and saw a christmas tree with many presents.

She lighted one match and imagined that her cold feet was infront of the big fireplace feeling so warm so good. Then, The match went off.

She lighted another match, there she was sitting on the long table eating the turkey to fill her hunger delicious yes it is but the match went off.

She lighted another match, Then she saw many presents underneath the christmas tree. Suddenly somebody tapped her shoulder when she was about to turn back, she saw her late grandmother unfortunately the match went off.

It was the very last match that she was going to use, to complete the story that happened, she lighted the last match didn't bother to let her father scold her. ''Grandma!'' She shouted. ''Silly girl, let's go''.

The little match girl ran towards the wall and banged her head onto the wall and died. Slowly... her was next to her grandma and she hugged her smiling and they flew to heaven.

The next day, It was christmas eve. The rich merchant daughter was playing outside, she saw the little match girl and screamed. Many people were gathering around her . ''Isn't she the girl who asked us to buy her matches?''.
It was a tragic that the girl died. Her father tried to work hard and regreted what he had done. If only he had treasure her a little bit everyone would not
be talking about his evilness .

Nobody had imagined what glory she had seen with her grandmother but she has it in her heart .

A christmas story by : Hans Christian Andersen

"YOU'RE MY BRAND OF HEROIN"