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The Little Match Girl by H.C. Andersen Part Rewritten By Scarlett G. Rollins
Most terribly cold it was; it snowed, and was nearly quite dark, and evening-- the last evening of the year. In this cold and darkness there went along the street a poor little girl, bareheaded, and with naked feet. When she left home she had slippers on, it is true; but what was the good of that? They were very large slippers, which her mother had hitherto worn; so large were they; and the poor little thing lost them as she scuffled away across the street, because of two carriages that rolled by dreadfully fast.//She had a long cloak over her that also had been worn out and ripped. Her feet were getting colder by every step she took. She passed the Burling's home, the richest people in Denver. Their house was big and quite tall too. It was painted a nice white color. She could see smoke coming out of their chimney and longed to be in there. "Hello Ms. How ya doin'" said a man behind her. She was brought back to reality quite quickly. She turned around to look at the man behind her. "Fine I guess. How about you, sir" She replied. The man looked surprised by her manners. Appearance isn't everything. She thought to herself. "Abou' the same here. What's your name little Missy? Mines Albert." He asked her. "My name is Angelina Anderson." He had a look of shock again. She was now starting to get annoyed. "I must get going now." She finished. Angelina turned and walked away. Now eager to get home to tell her mother about this strange man she had met on her way home by the Burling's hom
Copyright © Scarlett Rose | Year Posted 2014
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