A young girl May,stared out her window.She saw a large bulky man coming to the way of her home,she felt the tears coming to her black eyes.Her harsh father was coming and he would be angry enough as it is,but he would rage terribly because she was not out in the frigid streets selling matches like she was supposed to.
"Dog!Why arent you selling matches like the worthless hard laboring child you are!?Dare ask how I know you are in your bedroom alone not doing your job and you shall not eat for the rest of the year!" But alas it twas only the first of December how would she surley survive in this type of condition?
"Fathher...but but there is-" her words were cut off short by the rage of her father.
"Go!Go and do as I say or you shall die!!" May dared not argue with her father or she shall sureley would have been beaten to death.She went out in the streets as she was told with a small cart of matches,she knew nobody cared about matches now for it was Christmas eve.She huddled herself in a corner after searching for one.She struck a match against the brick wall,an illusion then came to her of a warm roasty fireplace where she had loving foster parents.Her young foster mother stroked her flowing hair then toyed with her in loving ways,May reached out to hug the young woman but she faded away slowly.
"HUh?Only two matches left?Well it will do for now." she thought.She struck the next match,another illusion came...Her grandmother,she gently gave a signal for her to come.She also saw Barley, her grandfather beside her,May reached out but yet again failed to hold their hand or brush up against their fair skin.May yawned slowly smiled then fell asleep,alas she did not wake up for she had froze to death still with the smile on her cold dead face.