Author's Note: This idea just popped in my head and it's going to be kind of or a lot like that story called Little Match Girl. Did you guys read that as a kid? Anyways I don't own Degrassi or any of its characters. Hope you enjoy. I think this story is going to be very short.

There 11 year old Clare Edwards stood. Ever since her sister Darcy's death her Father had been upset and blamed Clare for everything. And to top it off they were having finical issues. Clare was forced to go and sell things every day even in the bitter cold. She prayed to God every day that she could just die and be set free from this place that she was forced to call home. Once cold Christmas the finical issues deepened and her Father chose to lash out on Clare yet again. Her mom did nothing about it, she was too scared and Clare didn't blame her. She had a right to be scared. He beat her until her body was numb and tears rolled down her eyes and she screamed in pain.

"What are you doing on the floor you should be selling those matches? I don't care if it's cold and I don't care if its Christmas go on and get the work done." He barked once she got up and limped her way to get the matches.

"And stop that limping." He said angrily. She tried as hard as she could to walk straight but she couldn't so she just tried her hardest and hurried out the house. She cried harder than she had every cried before. Today was going to be different though, for she knew that she was not coming back. She made her way to a small corner in the streets of Toronto. As she looked around she saw couples walking together and happy families playing with snow. She saw a couple of kids hurrying into a house to get warm and other friends laughing and eating together. She wished that she could have that, a happy family but she didn't. It started to get colder and she pulled out the matches trying to make a fire to keep herself warm.

5 matches later a face popped out from it. She couldn't believe her eyes it was her sister, Darcy.

"Hi Clare. I've missed you." She said.

"Darcy if this real then please take me away from here." Clare begged.

"That is not up to me Clare that is up to God." She said then the match burnt out. She took out another match but no face came or anything.

She looked up at the sky.

"God I always try my hardest to not complain about my life and see the brighter side. I believe in you and trust that you will take care of me. Please Lord, I cannot stay here any longer. Take me to heaven where I can be with you. I don't want to go back home. I'm scared." I said as tears fell down my face. As it got darker I fell asleep but when I woke up I was somewhere else.

I looked around me. Everything was beautiful and flawless and there I saw the most beautiful thing that I had ever seen. He shined brighter than the sun so much that it could make my eyes burn. In his hand he held fire, a blazing hot fire. His hair was whiter than snow and when he spoke it sounded of trumpets playing.

"Clare you have been good. You may enter the gate of heaven." He spoke with his trumpet voice. I couldn't believe it, I was in heaven. I soon felt happy, guilty of all wrong that I had ever done. I could not cry. I could only laugh and smile and feel….at peace. When I turned around I saw Darcy! I ran to her and gave her a hug.

"I am in heaven now!" I shouted with so much joy that I could practically burst of happiness.

So that was yet another spiritual story that I thought of. I have only written 2 other ones and I think this one is the second best. Review and tell me what you thought. Hope you enjoyed.