Hello! Ginger is ten in this story. Nothing else to say, so lets go!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the characters
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Ginger Breadhouse ran into her house and dropped her backpack on the floor, where a container of cookies bounced out.
Ginger ran up the stairs, passing her mother. She ran to her room and threw herself on the bed, hugging the stuffed gumdrop her mother had given her when she was six.
Soon, Ginger's mother came in.
"What's the matter honeybun?" she asked her daughter.
Ginger sat up, looking at her mother. "When I handed out the treats I made to the class, Helga Crumb told everyone I'd poisoned them. Everyone beleived her, and refused to eat the treats." Ginger sighed. "Mom, why does everyone think you tried to eat Hansel and Gretel? Does no one know what really happened?"
"Well, there is one person," the candy witch said, grinning.
"Who?" Ginger asked, eyes wide.
"A young boy named Spider Man," her mother said. "He came here and knocked on my door. He was a bit wary at first, but then he learned he could trust me. While he was hear, Hansel and Gretel started eating our house. After their parents had been called and they told everyone I had tried to eat them, Spider Man leapt to my defense. But Hansel told everyone he was my warlock apprentice."
Ginger gasped. "That's awful!"
"It was," her mother agreed. "But soon, everyone forgot about Spider Man. I'm not really sure why though." she put her arm around Ginger. "Don't let Helga and Gus bother you, Ginger-poo. After all-" she winked. "They need you for their story. If you were to become a famous chef and leave, they would have to deal with me!" the witch cackled, and Ginger laughed.
"Thanks mom," she said giggling.
"Want to eat those cookies from your class? Those kids don't know what their missing out on!"
"Totally!" Ginger joined her mother downstairs, where they ate Ginger's cookies and made hot chocolate.
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Ok i can't talk much cause I have less then a minute to get this saved and published. Bye!
