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Original text Payne Hailea Yatara Tabatha Shaun

Now what I find funny is that we read the real story before school let out in english class and now they have an item for it

"The Little Matchstick Girl (Yatara's group version)"

It was terribly cold and nearly dark on the last evening of the old year, and the snow was falling fast. In the cold and the darkness, a poor little girl, with bare head and naked feet, roamed through the streets. It is true she had on a pair of slippers when she left home, but they were not of much use. They were very large, so large, indeed, that they had belonged to her mother, and the poor little creature had lost them in running across the street to avoid two carriages that were rolling along at a terrible rate. One of the slippers she could not find, and a boy seized upon the other and ran away with it, saying that he could use it as a cradle, when he had children of his own. So the little girl went on with her little naked feet, which were quite red and blue with the cold.In an old apron she carried a number of matches, and had a bundle of them in her hands. No one had bought anything of her the whole day, nor had anyone given her even a penny. Shivering with cold and hunger, she crept along; poor little child, she looked the picture of misery. The snowflakes fell on her long, fair hair, which hung in curls on her shoulders, but she regarded them not.

Upon returning to the place she calls home, she heard the sound of hoofs beating the ground mercilessly. She turned and ran as fast as she could. Little Marybeth knew who was coming. She knew if they caught her she would surely be taken, fore the men had no mercy for little girls. Marybeth would be without a doubt suffering the same fate in which her brothers and sisters before her had suffered.

Still running, the horse with the firey rider came upon her. Sweeping her upon the horse, seemed so easy, his power scared he. Crying she remembered how she felt just moments before and how the cold, ran through her core. Now she could feel nothing but fire, as the inflamed rider and horse dashed away with the girl in tow. Bringing her closer to the evil dragon's castle.

When they entered she was thrusted into the dragon's chamber, it was pitch dark. Then Marybeth saw two deep sapphire eyes, then an ominous voice boomed. "welcome back Marybeth. I have been waiting for some time now. Its time to finish what we started," and at this the dragon chuckled.

Marybeth had never been so scared in her life. The chuckling beast could sense her fear. The action was quick and full of pain, and Marybeth screamed. She knew she would never be free of the evil beast. "Go now," the dragon boomed, and at this Marybeth left. She walked sown the empty corridors, crying, nose running, and face completely red. The dragon had taken the last thing she had and she couldn't have done anything about it.

Two days later she heard the hooves again. She knew it wouldn't help to run so she just waited for them. She was thrown into the dark chamber again and stared with fear into the sapphire eyes. Then all of a sudden a light burst into the chamber through the doorway and she heard a woman say, "You best leave that poor baby girl alone 'fore I pull out my glock and kill you dragon!" It was Madea. Minutes later Madea was taking her home saying, "You'll never have to worry about them again"


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