Chapter 1
In the snowy street, there is one girl with chocolate brown eye and blond hair. She wears a very old dress, old cloaked, torn gloves and torn shoes which barely keep her warm.
"Handmade matches. Easily lit, last long and fragrant."
The girl keep said that again and again.
On her arm there is a wood basket with full of matches.
I can't sell more than five today. I'm cold. I'm hungry. I want to go home.
But then the memory of herself once she got home with no money for him appears in her head.
No! I don't want that.
She endures the cold and decides to walk further to some place to sell the matches.
Jesus loves me! This I know,
for the Bible tells me so;
little ones to Him belong,
The girl looks through the window and sees little girl sings a song happily. When the little girl sees her, she waves her hand happily at her. She wave back half-heartedly. She walks further and found the old cottage. It looks like it can collapse any moment.
At least I can rest her.
She enters the cottage and found herself comfortable among the hay.
It's so cold.
She looks at her side and found her basket full with her handmade matches.
It might make me feel warmer. But how am I going to explain to the father?
Ah! I don't care anymore it's too damn cold here!
She picks one of her matches and lights it.
It feels warm.
However it is last long as one tiny match can handle. When it burnt out, it appears to be colder than before.
"Ah! I'm not gonna endure it any more"
With her thought, she grabs all of her matches and lights it at all once. Ignore her fear of her father.
What seems to be impossible is suddenly image of her mother came to her.
"Mother" she whispers.
Her mother holds her hand and pulls her into a hug.
"Mother please takes me with you. I don't want to stay with him anymore."
The morning light hit the girl body as she sleep among the hay she seems peaceful.
Crack!
"Oi! Are you ok?"
Well guy my first fic plz read and review