Script of Narrative Writing from different point of view

The Little Match Girl

Today was the last day of this year. The weather was chill with snowflakes dancing in the air. I was push to sell matches by my mother.

When I left home, I wore a pair of oversize slippers, which belonged to my mother. My clothes and trousers were so thin that I felt very cold. However, when I crossed the road, a car past by at a fast speed. To ensure my safe, I moved in a hurry, leading to the loss of slippers. I had no choice but to walked on the street in bare feet. I went ahead, went ahead and didn’t know how long I had walked. My feet turned red and purple. The entire matches in the pocket of my apron reminded me that I hadn’t sold any match successfully. I had stayed outside for a day. I wanted to go back home but my father would punish me seriously. Without the resource of food, I starved to death. My hair was filled with snow and my hands were almost numbed with cold. I was exhausted so I sit along the walls between two big houses. In order to make it warmer, I curled up in a ball. In the distance, all house were ablaze with lights. Every family reunited and was jolly. On the table, various food was displayed. I had a dreamy hope that someone give me a piece of roast duck.

With time going by, I felt colder and colder. Thus, I craped light a match stick. It was very warm just like a golden stove. When I was going to extend my legs, the match put out. Then I struck a match again. This time I saw many fresh fruit and delicious meals. In my supervise, a roast duck kept running to me. When I was going to reach for it, the match put out. Matches gave me a lot of good things so I couldn’t help lighting up more matches. What appeared in front of me was my grandmother who was the best person in the world. She looked affable. I hoped that she could help me get rid of the position. When I saw that match would put out sooner, I hurried to light up the rest matches to intercept her. Finally, I was happy that I succeeded. I felt the warm hug of my grandmother. Thanks to the god, I attained freedom.